H.M.U.

Good morning, let's tell a great story

Stick to the script, paper bags on the 40

Twist the cap off, we in the backyard fooling

Shorty, can you break this down for me?

Marinate something to the grill

Then we break bread cause it goes with the meal

Have a few beers, raise your glass then cheers

Now I gotta piss but I ain't breaking the seal

Grab a deck of cards, we could sit right here

Nick, look like the dog shit right there

The vibe's so right the girls can't stand still

Every little thing I do is so for real

Just relax, reminisce on how we got here

No guilt, no "what ifs," just kick it and chill

Let 'em in, you know who it is

Girlfriend's girlfriends and them fly ass twins

(X2)

And we bounce

Hit me up though, hit me up though

We had a good time, gotta hit the road

Hit me up though, hit me up though

Fasho, alright

You good? You need something?

Make yourself at home, we got the tree coming

My homie grow his own OG something

I think he called it LeBron James

Cali got the craziest names

If it ain't from out here then you ain't smoking the same

Aw yeah, all wheel drive when I steer

Kinda slow, I ain't had a ticket in years

But when you get here, we gon' pull up a chair

When the record start playing we be busy in there

Peep it, it's like the best kept secret

Shake up with my mans and my hat say "treat it"

Aw yeah, my flight leave next weekend

From what I was reading

They got the best seafood

That's just what we do

I'm getting love out here

And they said "me too"

And it don't stop

Mic check, 1, 2

(X2)