C'yeah! Go! Go! Go!
C'yeah! C'yeah! Go!
Go! Go! Bitch, it's Lofty, c'yeah!
Ah! C'yeah, bitch, it's Lofty, c'yeah!
Check me, yeah, it's Lofty
On the M-I-C, we
Blow trees every fuckin' day
Posh Gang, nigga, Posh Gang, nigga
[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Nappy-ass hair, I'm a nappy-ass nigga, bro
Yeah, bitch came through and she gave a nigga dome
Cause I be the king of this fuckin' throne
Lofy305, I'm 'bout to put it on
Motherfuck a mic, just like a sticker
On the wall, yeah, I got them bitches thicker
Sticker, Posh Gang, c'yeah
Get up on they knees, yeah, and you heard that story
Now let me flip it to another allegory
I'm exciting, you are boring
Everything that I say, is you snoring?
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Look at me, Ruben Slikk, uber proper mack
With a fat sack of cat piss and the anthrax
Cokey Shores, elite Posh Gang on the map
Judge a nigga how he move, not by how he rap
Big money off the brain, let me gang rang
Me and my old boy, we got the same name
Posh Gang, soo-woo, Metro Zu
All the bad bitches know we so cool
Came through at art walk, boo crew
Swag blast on that ass with the nut goo
Oh, goddamn, I don't trust you
But I got hoes on the rack on luxury
Yeah, you lack on luxury
Got my phone vibratin', hoes keep buzzin' me
Textin', collectin', paper, the dividends
Paypal, shorty, you know I'm gettin' presidents
Online, that's where I be at
Everywhere I go, iPhone got to see that
Yeah, let me hold that shit, get on the Instagram
Mack up on the bitch, yeah, you know I'm finna peel the fam
Free my other friend cause I heard them bitches dykin'
You know she want the dick, I can tell that she like it
She only be with her cause that bitch really racked up
Ruben fuckin' Slikk, never let these bitches act up
Yeah I got it tightened, oppose, get checked
Ruben Slikk, yeah, all I do is get handed checks
Yeah, let me get them fuckin' bands like a baller
It's Ruben fuckin' Slikk, I fuck that ho and never call her
Damn I'm a soldier, ridin' with the shit too
Ruben fuckin' Slikk, yeah you know I got the shit, foo'
What you need? Got a .40, got a .30
Holler at me, hold a 9 and a .30
In the mornin', never on Tuesday
At the crib cause you know I'm gettin' too faded
With some bitches, get massages in the bedroom
Ruben Slikk, fuck a bitch and need some headroom