Half Pint - Heems

Now me, I’m with Julio down by the schoolyard

Trying to stack ducats, cop a crib with a pool, yard

Pool table, bars, stools, cars, jewels, jars

I’m in the kitchen with Ice-T and Coco

From popo in slow-mo

From (???) to Polo

I’m at the frat house screaming «yoga, yoga»

Frat boys screaming back at me like «yolo, yolo»

For sure though, shouts out Show Squad

Third world fam OTK and the old gods

Roma to Oklahoma, on that soma

Oh god, oh I’m putting 'em in a coma

I’m in The Source now, but it’s the internet

I’m on a jet now, but I wanna bigger jet

No a smaller jet, but a taller jet

Wish I was a baller, and taller than taller get

Ostertag, most to brag

Roller coasters, Jags, use a coaster, dag!

When he host a jam, they toast the fam

No toast and jam, but oh the clams

Hors d’oeuvres my man, I’m absurd with them

Roti, goat meat, and so much yams

No birds or grams, words for grands

You an army pervert serviceman

I’m in the studio, pulling Su-Sussudio

Himanshu Suri (???) for who we know

It’s a jam, Johnny Walker Black

Johnny Walker Blue if you paid like that

My wallet thick like Costanza

Thoia thoia thoing, she moves like a dancer

If she got a donkey scoop it up like chunky monkey

If your pockets on dummy while the bar getting funky

(USA, USA)