Loaded (Feat. Mike G)

Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
Bitch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandel
Probably sipping still, cause it is my favorite flavor
My beat wake the block up like Hodgy Beats hate all his neighbors
They call the po po, I'm cocking back the fo fo
The one man army, my automatic rose gold

Double O, subtract one numero from seven
Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescence
Wolves plotting for the future like fucking investments
And I go so hard that's why your bitch keep on caressing
Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins

2010, Bitch we get it in
Go ahead, tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins
Doobies in jacuzzis, white bitches with big booties
I'm a pirate going after them diamonds and them rubies

I be like, hello
Play them corners like they cellos
It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps
Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
Know they fear me, I'm a villain stacking dollars to the ceiling
I'm on the corner for ya, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer
Out of luck you're like Latoya, Mello ones to hype the boy ya

Girl you so sour, but you sweet like candy
Let's fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
Balling like Camby, organic like cran be
Glass house on the beach for when I wanna get sandy
Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy
I'll take a strike in L.A. lights like I'm dodging with Manny
Girls drop the panties, even they Auntie's
No grannies

Grandma, I'm leaking on the beat like a tampon
Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camp's on
We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
I got my hood with me, I'm the nigga with the power
Weed, cocaine and the motherfucking Xannies
Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family

I be like, hello
Play them corners like they cellos
It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps
Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
Know they fear me, I'm a villain stacking dollars to the ceiling
I'm on the corner for ya, judge me I'll destroy your lawyer
Out of luck you're like Latoya, Mello ones to hype the boy ya

I mastered this
In sessions I be last to hit
But my confidence brim, that means there's none after this
This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict, I'm fucking sick
There's no resolution to this conflict
Well, death might be one
But there's no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come

I'm a rider

Garage got motorbikes in it
They confused, scratch they heads like there's fucking lice in it
Party hard, man it's golden
How them hands folding?
Mello keep it rolling, that's how we stay loaded
Like them fo fos, they stay in them four doors
Bitches watch when they go slow
We pimp them hoes that drive rodeos and Volvos
Because they fuck with lame niggas
They ain't learn hating niggas won't make your chain bigger

You're comedy to me, and crowds flee when your shit's on