[Intro: Young Zing & Tom]
Yeah, ayo Lazy Remix, wassup
Aye we got Sal on his Pop Smoke shit on this one
(Yo Sally on his Pop Smoke shit? What the fuck)
Aye we got Tom and Maz and Bird, you know what I'm saying?
Young Zing, wassup
[Verse 1: Sally Balls]
If you invite I'm always coming, call me ejac-
Not good at math, those skills I fucking lack
Soon you'll be pushing up the lilacs
Cuz Imma hit you in the face with my fucking nutsack
All you bitches talk about drugs, yeah you wack
Ducks go motherfucking quack quack
You think I'm Homer cuz the way I Simp-son
No need to practice, bitch I already won
Thought I was finished, hell nah I ain't done
Bout to play this beat like some Hot Cross Buns
Fuck you, pay me, everybody wants the bag but they lazy
Just got Wuhan coughing all these lows cuz I'm lazy
Why all these girls saying, "He's baby"?
[Verse 2: Young Zing]
Fuck you, pay me
Yeah I'm driving to the basket and I'm yelling, "Lay me"
All these bitches want Young Zing, yeah they wanna lay me
Connor, motherfucker, in the summer, never hangs out, that dude lazy
I was down down bad, they all said I'm crazy
Living life like a movie, Martin Scorsese
When I was off the loud, yeah it was hazy
Working on the album, yeah I feel like Jay-Z
Why the fuck you acting like a baby?
Nowadays you acting so goddamn shady
Gotta stay dripping, this water like the Navy
Balling MVP, Tom Brady
Call up big Sal, yeah he know what's the word
Know we stay balling, Tom, Mazzy and Bird
Drinking too much now my vision is blurred
Yeah we Big Bossin', don't know what you heard
This shit is absurd
[Verse 3: Tom]
(Yo we got Sal, Frank, Tom, Ant, Luke and Connor on the beat)
Luther in his spacesuit looking like an astronaut
Big Dog tough but he's got a big heart
Chain on my neck, yeah it's got the big rocks
We in France, bitch, don't touch my croissant
I got so much money, stacked in the safe
Head to Fort Zancudo, military base
Take a jet, fly off, and escape the case
Y'all hated on Sal and look what he became
We run the sea now so don't fuck with us
All business, there's nothing to discuss
Damn, you so ugly, I'm sick to my guts
Sal be on his Latin shit, he going nuts
Business on the side, yeah it's looking pretty shady
No negotiations, you better pay me
I'll direct a masterpiece, like I'm Scorsese
Or make a number one hit, call me Jay-Z
[Verse 4: CeePee The Kid]
I hit the club, fifty deep, yeah yeah
Tossing money at their feet, yeah yeah
Fuck on her titty, Imma beat, goddamn
Swimming in that guwop, biddies wanna suck me off
Sal fucking on the ladies, whipping the Mercedes
Call him Mr. Gimpy Wop, yeah yeah
Sally is lazy, his swimming pool was hazy
Green goo in the pool, break the back of a mule
Yeah yeah, they call him Mr. Gimpy Wop, yeah yeah
Pull up in the foreign, all the girls adoring
Sal, he's fucking snoring
Call him Binky Man, yeah yeah
Call that motherfucker Binky Man, goddamn
This one for Big Salami
[Verse 5: Bird Hauff]
(Alright, here we go, this just the preview right here)
(Odd Image V2)
(Put it in rewind)
Fucked up, fucked up, fuck Drew
Bout to shoot his skull, leave him, his body to rot, I move
Somebody made it hot, more me, less Sal
Slimey like a snake, fuck around and make a steak
If you want this, bars, I will bless you
I don't F around, I will hurt you
(That's just the first verse)
Fucked up, fucked up, fuck Drew
Bout bash his skull in, leave his body to rot, I move
Somebody made it hot, more me, less Sal
Slimey like a snake, fuck around, I don't make mistakes
If you want this bar, I will bless you
I will hurt you
(That's just the preview, I'll catch you on the flip)
[Verse 6: Frank Santos & Young Zing]
(This nigga Sal ain't even know, it's crazy)
Coming straight from the underground, huh
Motherfuckers don't want to see me, they town
My man Sal on the track, huh, so you fucking know this shit slaps
Don't make me hit you with the Mac
Fuck around and I make it relapse
The shit they talk about, is quite wack
Yeah, it's funny how these cats act
Talking bout Bird, I leave motherfuckers like you, stuck in the dirt
I'm not the Jack of any trade
I'm aces high, smoke some Buddha, listen to Ye and then I touch the sky
He said he gon' touch the sky
Chop it, mix it, hit a lick, Lazy Remix
See it in your eyes, it's the Legends of Summer
Motherfuckers gonna ride and if they not rocking with it they gon' die
