[Hook]
Bruh, I see, girls everywhere
t******, a**, hands in the air, it's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce
[Verse 1]
Home of the party and the trees
Sunny land of the G's, please let a n**** breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies
n**** I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks
n****, I'm the life of the beat
f*** that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge, man I heard you a hound
Bruh, man, that b**** need a pound
Tip-tip-tip bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound
Uh, yeah, I'm the rich n**** now
b****, I'm the talk of the town, make a b**** run her mouth
Go south for the boy
Pop down to the floor... bounce
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Home of the slanging on the curb
Weed cards every corner sell herb, watch ya fly to a bird
n****, I could pitch you a curb
Let this real s*** occur, make mills from a verb
n**** cop a crib in the burbs, n****
You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then n**** going broke by the third, bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow, every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, jumping around
t***, a** b**p out her gown
Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop down from the floor... bounce
[Hook]
Bruh, I see, girls everywhere
t******, a**, hands in the air, it's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce
[Verse 1]
Home of the party and the trees
Sunny land of the G's, please let a n**** breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies
n**** I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks
n****, I'm the life of the beat
f*** that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge, man I heard you a hound
Bruh, man, that b**** need a pound
Tip-tip-tip bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound
Uh, yeah, I'm the rich n**** now
b****, I'm the talk of the town, make a b**** run her mouth
Go south for the boy
Pop down to the floor... bounce
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Home of the slanging on the curb
Weed cards every corner sell herb, watch ya fly to a bird
n****, I could pitch you a curb
Let this real s*** occur, make mills from a verb
n**** cop a crib in the burbs, n****
You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then n**** going broke by the third, bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow, every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, jumping around
t***, a** b**p out her gown
Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop down from the floor... bounce
[Hook]