The Illest (feat. Riff Raff) [DEORRO Remix]

We so motherfucking ill

We so motherfucking ill (motherfucking ill)

We so motherfucking ill

50 grand large, rubber band boy, haze and drank

I can moon walk, make her ass talk

I'm a cash vault, trigger then spark, hear my trunk bump

We go dumb dumb, dumb dumb, I'ma do it some

Now watch me stunt, I'ma leave with one

Though I came with none, now watch me come

I'm a pimp with a gold stripper ho from the soul be the game I run

It was shots through the cot giddy up, put it on your tongue

We be the illest

We be the illest in here

I know you feel us

We be the illest in here

Illest in here

Illest in here

We so muthafuckin' ill

We so muthafuckin' ill

We so muthafuckin'-

Yeh, I be Illin' out from LA, I be illin' out all the way

Got a v-mail from my K-Town chick that wanna hook up and blaze

I got OG cannabis (can I bust?), girl, one puff will put you in your grave

Got three pills, and four jimmy hats cause we don't kid and play

Popov, yo, guess who's getting drunk, no muthafuckas can't out-drink us

If you sipping that hate, don't get drowned, so cold polar bears on my nuts

Y'all know who we be, I hold it down for the East

Cause I keeps it pimpin', Peter Griffin, yellow tinted on Z's

Drippin' on yo couches

Drippin' on yo couches

Sippin' Tanqueray with Orange Bang we on that Tropicana

Drippin' on yo couches

From the hills to public housing

If you feelin' ill then damn you ill

Be the illest on a thousand

We be the illest

We be the illest in here

I know you feel us

We be the illest in here

Illest in here

Illest in here

We so muthafuckin' ill

Yeah, nice chain, what a nice night

My ice bright, I play the wall like a night-light

Tangerine tambourine from the West Wing

The best thing about my room? Versace bed springs

I'm in the building, more gold than Rumpelstiltskin

Aw shit, look who it is: the white Russell Simmons

Jody Highroller, Far East Movement

We so ill, I think I need some codeine fluid

Riff!

Ba-da-boom ba-da-bambi

Every day in her hair like Pantene

Pro B, ain't ready for a family

Fuck family, so she better have a Plan B

Plan B, never mind what the rumors say

Rumors say, never mind what the rumors say

Rumors say, when I walk into a room they say

Bobby Ray, bomaye, bomaye

I'm faded, my eyes are glazin', di-a-lated

You hate that that **** made it so you jaded

Your momma, your baby momma, and your lady

Be bumpin' my music naked while they're shavin'

Thots be like "Bobby save me, Bobby save me"

But this ain't no bank for checkin', ain't no savin'

I'm never known to accept a limitation

You want it with me well here's the invitation

Bands, Bobby, there's no more debatin', wow I'm just amazin'

Damn, she started gettin' naked 'till her panties start wavin'

Man, man I'm so sick, I'm so ill

Thermometers cannot monitor my level of chill

Grippin' the grain, whippin' the wheel

We be the illest

We be the illest in here

I know you feel us

We be the illest in here

Illest in here

Illest in here

We so muthafuckin' ill

We so muthafuckin' ill (muthafuckin' ill)

We so muthafuckin'-

I is for the way these beezies love how I bang

And double L is for the way I blow that smoke in ya face

We roll on E's and we be easy rollin' that bank

And ST is for the Illest shit we rep every day