Don’t make my goons go stupid Yeah my homies still Go stupid, go stupid, yeah My homies still Look, i’m eastside them haters 90 going west My niggas pumping so much bass, muthafuckas going deaf Man, fuck ya'll with a sick dick, semi automatic no click

Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change Still me and my homies and we all the same Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame" W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name? My third album, my Graduation like Kanye I just might fuck

She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, this shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that