rimpaus finest

light that shit

nigga

smoke that

all the chronic in the sky

feel me

feel me

stop

look

and listen

crank your box

turn up your system

bang it on the block where you pitchin'

my synthesis is reminiscent of what rap missin'

my gold glisten due to the zones i sold in the district

i got bitches

that got niggas

that got digits

when she hit the mall

it's his cash she shoppin' with

she know my size

it's 36 and 10 in kicks

so she spend it

then hit the women's shit and shoplift

it's crazy how many ladies call me baby"