[Verse 1: Rob December]

The no stoner, has a boner
I need head and some sex
Sometimes vulgar, I'm quite homer
Dream 'bout boobs and some tits
Speak 'bout bitches less than often
Cause They lie for the dick
Thus an evil of a creature
Who plays games on gent
I sit lonely in my Honda
Behind darkest of tint
Smoke a woodtip for my problems
And give Brandy a sip
Get confided in the voices
Spill my feelings and shit
Breaking codes and regulations
Not a pimp nor a sip
Give me things that make me happy
Cause the bottom I hit
Fuck a bowl, give me love
Fuck your words, give me drugs
Promethazine, a nice to meet you
You made bitch niggas all seem to
Misuse the words of trill, hold the gun so they real
Until they're facing the real, watch a real nigga squeal
When the piglets peal, the tabs off of your grill
Yeah you chirping, pleading deals
Witcho faggot ass

[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]

Aye, been sipping on this
Stop telling me, start to get sober
Bill Bellamy, tickle my bellilly
I would do anything just to get over
So I drank sometimes, then I paint these rhymes
Pardon me, I'm antsy
Why, my heart quite nervous
95 I'm swerving, Then I hit them curbs
No then boys ain't working
Fuck a black suburban, commissary purchase
My daddy calls, I barely answer
Fuck parental curses
I spit too many verses
I know you fuckin' heard em, So why you leave them voicemails
That you know gone hurt me
Tired of rapping that real shit, if nobody gone feel this
I could be grippin' that steel shit, you too busy to deal with
Its like, they told me all the time
"You got the gift of the gab"
Finally niggas is listening, yeah
Then I just start with this missing my dad
Damn

[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]

So like when.. you gone quit?
You trill now huh?
You cool huh?
You real?
You real, thats what's popular huh?
That's cool, You UGK for life huh?
Boy Stop