[Verse 1: Big Baby Gandhi]

I'm rope-a-dopin' 'em
Low-key coke, dope, and opium
Quoting Kofi's son, hope they ain't dopin' him
Smell of coke and rum
Tell a joke, and run
Smoking coke is fun for coping son
I'm both dope and dumb
Hope honey open some
Don't come when I'm supposed to come
Rappers ain't supposed to front
Most is just a joke, I'm one year from an oceanfront
Her cheeks swollen, my dick swollen up
Tongue on a coconut
She choking just hoping to provoke a nut
I got her open, hoping for motion in the ocean
When I lotion, love potion notions in her throat and tongue
30-year-old rappers, I'm Logan's Run
Open up your throat and come
So your lungs know how a flow is done
Dope, sick
Ethiopian spitting, can't hold my phlegm
Brown Paul Robeson
Vicodin my vitamin, invite him in
I can smell fallopian
Why you over there, ma?
Get over here like Scorpion
Okey dokey, then
Hokey pokey with your dopey friend
Holy holly hobby probably probably grand opening
Grand closing 'em
Hoes frozen, Charlie Hustle, Pete Rose and them
I Slam, Demar Deroz' and them
It's 4 PM, I'm going door-to-door trynna score me some
Diet high in sodium
Screaming off the podium
I guess no one told 'em, son
I'm not the only one controlling 'em
Strolling 'em, holding 'em, who he stole it from?
I'm down in the doldrums, son
Grew up (?)
I was golden once
Top face on the totem, punks
Took me long time to roll him, short time to smoke him
Shout out my home squirrel Ruth Frank
Hulk 'em
Flow mostly East Coast boasting
Marques Colston
Burning ghost (?) and drafted from the most of 'em
Texas hold 'em
You folding, son, guess you owe me some
I'm taking over like the Romans done
I am Roman numeral one, numero uno

Rumor in any room, I'm number one in the room, yo
Yes me, that's that numero uno