Wow. Andrews, Mike Wilmer. Yeah! Girl. Give me some space. Two star phone clubs, a pint of some drape. I'm the type of nigga that you needed to bank. Grade A bitches treating me like a saint. This money doing something to my brain. This money doing something to my ego. This drink got me talking like zero. These pills got me feeling like Neo. And this freak in my ear trying to go. I turn your crib to a whole house. I'm a rock star. Drink till I pass out. Drink till I mother***ing pass out. Drink till I mother***ing go. Only number one in love. More than what you're gonna like. Cause underneath the stairs is where we. Put our first perfect pint. Y'all. Greatly wonder. Hoping they come to life. Cause right there on the stairs is where. We put our first perfect pint. School chain. I'm in a trusser and repping with the Vaseline. You know the clean lean jump like trampoline. I was hurt with the skirt rims tangerine. I fell asleep and had a dream ride on the mail cane. Two pinkerings, two pints of lean. Two cups, two turnt, two hoes, one me. They was screaming free Gucci, but now they're Guops free. Blue cheese, no ranch, hondas on me. 30 cars deep just like a circus with me. Red scrum of Gucci, man, it sounds perfect to me. Now I'm back on top like I'm supposed to be. But I done poured so many pints that *** got old to me. I'm falling down, man, I know. I'm back on the line. Cause underneath the stairs is where we. Put our first perfect pint. Kung Fu Kenny. Look, look. Who the *** you talking to, you may need. Salute me when I'm walking through, you may need. Everything I do is with the extras. Flippin' couple million for investments. And my hood love me unconditional. Your hood love you cause you on the instrumental though. This rap *** crazy, need the woosah. They screaming Compton. Must be two sides. R.I.P. to shawty, Lord, your beat, I know I'm flexing. VIP my body, yo, 200 on the guest list. I don't like the sugar coat of politic with yes men. I like me a bougie hoe from Normandy and Western. 2017 on to bigger things. I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring. Everybody a crib till they black and blue. Everybody a blood till they hemorrhaging. Aw man, Mike Will made it to back to back spurs. Me and Mike Will made it. Double park on the curve, I can drive but I'm lazy. Half a pipe, whole pipe, gassed up crazy. Holding on to memories. Toss and turn it all night. Yeah, yeah. Leaving would be wise. But you know where my heart lies. I be roaming every time that I arrive. I be roaming every time that I arrive.