No Idea

[Verse 1: Nappy Roots] Rozay, rozay, wide tops, rozay Cîroc, bud light, wide tops then hoes say '60's, bang it, I don't shoot, I slang it '30's, pop it, no thanks, just hanging Shrooms keep me up, shrooms keep me up My blunt's catching on fire, damn it, I see red trucks My eyes may be rolling but that don't mean I'm holy I'm just outside my body and that's some shit I ain't controlling Damn, I think I'm hit, man down, mayday Damn, I'm drunk as hell, I could tell it must be payday Bootleg, Billy Four, '93 octane Smoking on that green crack, sipping liquid cocaine Boom, that's a atomic, tomorrow I'm gonna vomit Tonight I'm gonna talk shit then hit the streets and run it My date look astonishing, all she pay is homage Told her love me now cause when I come down I plummet [Verse 2: Nappy Roots] We mobbing, wopping, San Diego, we charging 90 all the way to Boston, fuck the laws, we dodging Steve Austin, six milli', dead presidential, hood presidential Hotter than fresh chili, we country, not hillbilly Oh really, oh mighty, Lord have mercy, make this worth it 16 bars of flawless verses, ride the wave, don't fight it Roll it up then light it, mean mug but I'm excited Keep a bad bitch that go both ways, you know her partner's invited Vacation, vacation, two bad broads in one location One in the cut, one on deck, I keep 'em in rotation Ovation, outstanding, high as a plane, I'm landing These haters want to see us crash and burn These motherfuckers can't stand me In Vegas, Miami, Kentucky raised, I'm fucking paid I bust a grape just like your head, spontaneous, no planning Call the law, I dare you, we hit the bitch, you murder Live ain't fair but don't blame us, it sucks, nobody ain't tell you [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] I'm so high I could skydive off the moon Mister Benton here to fuck up your afternoon I got a bag of shrooms and a ho to suck me like a vacuum I'm so off I should rap inside a padded room Fuck you and your faggot goons Badabing, badaboom, pick the fucking scabs off the wound I told that bitch I'm bringing hip hop back That shit ain't dead, I just took the bitch out the tomb Yeah nigga me and Lara Croft, on the Ukraine dope, call it Gorbachev Any minute, bitch, we gonna orbit off And if the pussy smell bad then my dick go soft Word to my niggas Skinny and Scales We put his body in the ocean where amphibians dwell The grim reaper of rap, I'mma send him to hell And you the type of nigga that'll stick his dick in a male I am too cool for these lame niggas Hangar 1 all day, never change liquor Get dough, tryna stack my bread up To the point that me and the 1 percent make the same figures Adios when I'm out the bitch coochie Fucking alcoholic like I'm Danny Bonaduce Whoop a niggas ass like ? Snuggle up with a nigga in the mall like Gucci I put a hole in your kufi Word to Minister Farrakhan and Bruce Lee I write pain on the loose leaf I'm the shit bitch, you ain't get the news brief 808 put my nigga named Blake I talk to myself cause these niggas all fake Reptilian, I bet these niggas all snakes We gonna get cake Fuck it, let these niggas all hate