text: Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?
  I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!
  Did you shoot any?
  Yes, like 50 of em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?
  I knew she wasnt ready for the pipe
  Shes so greedy and needy, I gotta give her what she like
  You know Im only here for the night
  If you wanna see my face again, then you can hit me up on Skype
  I gotta get back to the studio, my life is like a movie, hoe
  It doesnt matter who we know, I think I live in Yu-Gi-Oh!
  Everybodys tryna play some game with me
  These rappers lames and I see, the real ones came with me
  This the underground, Im in the underground
  We all be stunting now
  I been watching on my dog, who’s come right up from nothing now
  These rappers scared as fuck, but shit I would be too
  We bout to fuck shit up, thats what we known to do
  What kind of gun did you use?
  A freakin 12-gauge, what do you think?
  These rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
  Quit the whining quit the bitchin
  Be a man and walk it out
  I dont care about your fame, and I dont care about your clout
  And if you hit me up again then Ima fuckin knock you out
  All these rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
  Quit the whining quit the bitchin
  Be a man and walk it out
  I dont care about your fame, and I dont care about your clout
  And if you hit me up again then Ima fuckin knock you out
  I know you see me and Napoleon blowin up, call that dynamite
  Dont fuck around, lil bitch, I know you see us glowing like a light
  Swisher smoking, fucking up my throat again, no holding in
  This that ride around and smoke a blunt till you can float again
  Bitches talking shit but I cant hear em this weed got me 
  Check the broad I have, zip and sell, and we smoking till we dead
  Dont know where I fell out, and my whole squads sleeping now
  Cant even remember how the last fucking week went while
  Rollin up, pronto, bad bitch, ponyo
  Pullin up, choncho, smokin dope, Gods glow
  Haters be hatin, I dont give a fuck
  All you faggots and bitches can lick on my nuts
  While I sit my ass down and just roll up a blunt
  Keep doing what you do, till Im on a fuckin bus
  These rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
  Quit the whining quit the bitchin
  Be a man and walk it out
  I dont care about your fame, and I dont care about your clout
  And if you hit me up again then Ima fuckin knock you out
  All these rappers got a problem with the things we talk about
  Quit the whining quit the bitchin
  Be a man and walk it out
  I dont care about your fame, and I dont care about your clout
  And if you hit me up again then Ima fuckin knock you out
  Stay home and eat all the freakin chips, Kip
  Napoleon, dont be jealous cause Ive been chatting online with babes all day