Let's go It's my shit right here baby My boy Curren$y on this, Montana Shout to all the stores, shout to all the websites, Shout to all the blogs and all that I support French Montana, Big Mike, DJ Self, Evil Empire Yeah, you know how we play Penning these lyrics from a hammock With an ounce of kush, a pack of bamboos And an ice cream sandwich, I'm that dude Game given to you from an O.G. point of view Usually I'll sell it, but I got enough to share with you Baby, if you cook and roll that weed, I'll be so happy with you Fuck you so good, you'll know I'm cheating, it won't matter to you You know how daddy do you, Spitta make them jet maneuvers Hop out the club, don't park valet, won't get a chance to move it I'm out before I hear the music, that's how quick them hoes be choosing I don't call it, pussy be crawling to me Homeboy, I don't know who did what, 'cause I was in the cut Rolling tropical, sitting low as possible, yeah Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Shorty pussy be the meanest, I be balling all arenas Homie high somewhere in Venus, I mean this When I tell you that I want it, I don't need it They be nulling the procedures, shorty yelling from the bleachers Got me reaching like a two guard, too hard, ski mask or a suit on Five chains, canaries help me cool off, tuned off Camaro like Larry Flynt, block-star, rockstar Montana Aerosmith, forty spit Homie niggas dying, I'll be flying out Feds on my nigga's tail, he hiding out, Montana sliding out Baby, don't be fucking with my high, suck a nigga dry I'll be low as possible, trying to clear my mind Montana, bitch Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Relaxed in the sun, low as possible Mac and cheese, it's the secret right here baby French Montana, Big Mike, let me tell you who's on with me