What's Your 20

[Verse 1: EP] Yo, ayo you don't have to honor me Cloak smell like YSL L'homme de la nuit (coughing) Not known to smoke soma herb Alicia Silverstone feed me like a mama bird Cause she heard that he's a stilted mess From shorty in the quilted dress that was built to F She always got her A out, my meters of dirty stay out He stay way out, steak au poivre bump and lay out Arlani got catfished Only to find she was a fat bish Shit, I ain't mad at her Ask Big Josh he ain't mad at her (I ain't mad at her) Spicy rating on the scoville chart Respect me for my noble art [Chorus: EP] What's your 20? Out here looking like money What's your 20? Out here looking like money What's your 20? Out here looking like money What's your 20? We out here looking like money [Verse 2: Matter Ov Fact] Ayo we run the industry amok Even though the gearshift out the Kia Sephia stuck These niggas talking 'bout a quarter life crisis Man, who says you're making it to see a buck? That's why we having fun upon this floating rock Nah, you can't define us by your voting bloc I know some Beckys who be quoting Pac I know some black trekkies who be quoting Spock (What's your 20 kid?) We up in Captain Scott's, hot lobster roll with butter by the boating docks Shorty from Sunni gender C-O naggin' Yo she beggin' me to enable my geotaggin' She wanna know what part of Rio Matt's in English, Spanish, even cussed me out in neo-Latin Yo to hell with the fedora chick I got a pack of Plan B's and a pack of Oraquick sticks So I'm yellin' [Chorus]