[Intro]
Ha, yo, I just gotta laugh at this shit right here, yo, haha
It's Easy Mac
So blunted (Yeah), lemme just take a hit of that shit real quick (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, if you feel me right now
(Hahaha) Why don't you turn your speakers up in your car
And pay real close attention to what I'm sayin'
Aight, look, look, look

[Verse]
Lookin' fresh in a new pair of sneakers
More colors than Easter, finest of the reefer
Never on the vistas, I'm stickin' to the headies
Celebration weed, you can call that shit confetti
Tastes like candy, call it Good & Plenty
Fuck with my crew, I'ma spray your hood with semi's
Try and stop rappin', but God wouldn't let me
My name stains your brain just so you won't forget me
More cake than Betty, fifties and a hundreds
So much dough that I giggle every time you poke my stomach
Yeah, so high, so blunted, and I'ma run it, ayy (Fuck it)
In a bitch's mouth like a canker sore
Get my nuts and I bounce, don't thank the whore
I ain't from the south but I'm good with the ladies
So much nut in her mouth, look like she got rabies
Bitch crazy, wants to have my baby
I ain't with that, fuck you, pay me
I slang tree, and I blaze weed
I stay skeed, eyes permanently lazy
Yeah, you ain't half as cool, bitch
Give me brains like you back at school, bitch
Hat twisted back so you can see my name
And you ain't know who I am but you can read my chain, yeah
That's P.I.T., the flames
And then I put my stick down like I beat the game
I ain't see the lames, the lames is invisible
And I am too invincible, it's all about that principle
I shit on you like a pigeon do, gettin' rid of you
Watch me flow if you wanna see what the kid can do
Yeah, it's the king of the freestyle, crazy, I'm senile
Money long, three miles, makes me smile, homie, we wild
Sit back, relax, and just let it be, child
Travel like a murderer, killer moves
Ya mad at me just 'cause my skin's vanilla hues
I'm still the news, chill, I will improve
Drugs, I will abuse
I laugh at your ass, I'm way too cut-up
On the coffee shop, way too fucked up
Too high, I can touch the sky
My mom knows I rap but she still wonder why
I bring thunder, the odle from down under
Ha, like a video game, but really, you lame
The Gat held, steady the aim, I'm ready as rain
You mad 'cause they picked me instead of you lames
Get some lead straight fed to your brain
And then I'm sendin' ya chains, it is the end of the game