Hoooooooooooowdy... ye ye
We on some hick shit this time I'm tellin' ya'll
I ain't got no horses in the back
They all in the front... eating grass and shit
Woo woo woo
F*ckin' my sister then piped up her mister
Wiped up the barrel of my f*ckin' Winchester
Aunty gave birth to my son, he named Nestor
Distilling the moonie thats word of my ester
Hahahaha scrap that shit I'm just f*cking with you
DJ Kydd run it back... shit
Doot doot doot BLEH
Uh huh huh huh yuh
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Feds up on my six (Dunno)
Caught me packin' bricks (Ye ye)
But little do they know I got a yoppa playing tricks
It go doot bleh, f*ck you too heh
I got a deck of cards with only jokers who said
I'm a jester, chester, three bells up on my head (Bling)
Grow my hair so I can twist'em up into some dreads
Chop it all out, slice it slice it WOOOOOOOH BET
That was goofy as shit man hah
I don't f*ck with snakes they only on my collar
Sedatives, I toss that in my f*ckin' water
Gatorade, electrolytes I'm not a martyr (No)
Marty McFly, coming through I got that barter
Gunnin' it down (Who)
Gunnin' it down (What)
Shooters got bags, they runnin' it out
Ice drains water it be lookin' like a drought
Hey Deceased you runnin' 'round fakin' up all your riches (Bitch)
I'm not (Why) cause the limo be funnelin' bitches that the plot
Each one flooded out on their titties (Thats facts)
Brand new girls in the brand new cities (Skrt skrt)
Double jump, shotgun snout, no doubt like a scout
Throwin' it back, she makin' me gag, making my dick sprout (Phew phew)
No I'm not British, but I got the tea, perspectives up in the 3-D
Got a fat bitch, her tits are so big, bra size ringin' up triple D's
Triple D's, brand new KDs, fresh as f*ck when I'm steppin' on the scene (Yah)
No I'm not $osa, No I'm not Choppa, servin' you up like Burger King's whoppas (Flip flop)
Hoppa I'm the stoppa, stomp you thats a droppa, buildin' up chi like a toxic grasshoppa (WHOO)
F*ckboy you is fruity, turn you to a smoothie (Uh huh)
Berry blaster Barry in the blender what a beauty (Uh huh)
The next line is a message, call it a disclaimer
Don't ask me if I want head cause thats a no brainer (BITCH)
Huh, huh, yeah yeah, nuh, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
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Hoooooooooooowdy... ye ye
We on some hick shit this time I'm tellin' ya'll
I ain't got no horses in the back
They all in the front... eating grass and shit
Woo woo woo
F*ckin' my sister then piped up her mister
Wiped up the barrel of my f*ckin' Winchester
Aunty gave birth to my son, he named Nestor
Distilling the moonie thats word of my ester
Hahahaha scrap that shit I'm just f*cking with you
DJ Kydd run it back... shit
Doot doot doot BLEH
Uh huh huh huh yuh
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Feds up on my six (Dunno)
Caught me packin' bricks (Ye ye)
But little do they know I got a yoppa playing tricks
It go doot bleh, f*ck you too heh
I got a deck of cards with only jokers who said
I'm a jester, chester, three bells up on my head (Bling)
Grow my hair so I can twist'em up into some dreads
Chop it all out, slice it slice it WOOOOOOOH BET
That was goofy as shit man hah
I don't f*ck with snakes they only on my collar
Sedatives, I toss that in my f*ckin' water
Gatorade, electrolytes I'm not a martyr (No)
Marty McFly, coming through I got that barter
Gunnin' it down (Who)
Gunnin' it down (What)
Shooters got bags, they runnin' it out
Ice drains water it be lookin' like a drought
Hey Deceased you runnin' 'round fakin' up all your riches (Bitch)
I'm not (Why) cause the limo be funnelin' bitches that the plot
Each one flooded out on their titties (Thats facts)
Brand new girls in the brand new cities (Skrt skrt)
Double jump, shotgun snout, no doubt like a scout
Throwin' it back, she makin' me gag, making my dick sprout (Phew phew)
No I'm not British, but I got the tea, perspectives up in the 3-D
Got a fat bitch, her tits are so big, bra size ringin' up triple D's
Triple D's, brand new KDs, fresh as f*ck when I'm steppin' on the scene (Yah)
No I'm not $osa, No I'm not Choppa, servin' you up like Burger King's whoppas (Flip flop)
Hoppa I'm the stoppa, stomp you thats a droppa, buildin' up chi like a toxic grasshoppa (WHOO)
F*ckboy you is fruity, turn you to a smoothie (Uh huh)
Berry blaster Barry in the blender what a beauty (Uh huh)
The next line is a message, call it a disclaimer
Don't ask me if I want head cause thats a no brainer (BITCH)
Huh, huh, yeah yeah, nuh, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
We on some hick shit this time I'm tellin' ya'll
I ain't got no horses in the back
They all in the front... eating grass and shit
Woo woo woo
F*ckin' my sister then piped up her mister
Wiped up the barrel of my f*ckin' Winchester
Aunty gave birth to my son, he named Nestor
Distilling the moonie thats word of my ester
Hahahaha scrap that shit I'm just f*cking with you
DJ Kydd run it back... shit
Doot doot doot BLEH
Uh huh huh huh yuh
Doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Feds up on my six (Dunno)
Caught me packin' bricks (Ye ye)
But little do they know I got a yoppa playing tricks
It go doot bleh, f*ck you too heh
I got a deck of cards with only jokers who said
I'm a jester, chester, three bells up on my head (Bling)
Grow my hair so I can twist'em up into some dreads
Chop it all out, slice it slice it WOOOOOOOH BET
That was goofy as shit man hah
I don't f*ck with snakes they only on my collar
Sedatives, I toss that in my f*ckin' water
Gatorade, electrolytes I'm not a martyr (No)
Marty McFly, coming through I got that barter
Gunnin' it down (Who)
Gunnin' it down (What)
Shooters got bags, they runnin' it out
Ice drains water it be lookin' like a drought
Hey Deceased you runnin' 'round fakin' up all your riches (Bitch)
I'm not (Why) cause the limo be funnelin' bitches that the plot
Each one flooded out on their titties (Thats facts)
Brand new girls in the brand new cities (Skrt skrt)
Double jump, shotgun snout, no doubt like a scout
Throwin' it back, she makin' me gag, making my dick sprout (Phew phew)
No I'm not British, but I got the tea, perspectives up in the 3-D
Got a fat bitch, her tits are so big, bra size ringin' up triple D's
Triple D's, brand new KDs, fresh as f*ck when I'm steppin' on the scene (Yah)
No I'm not $osa, No I'm not Choppa, servin' you up like Burger King's whoppas (Flip flop)
Hoppa I'm the stoppa, stomp you thats a droppa, buildin' up chi like a toxic grasshoppa (WHOO)
F*ckboy you is fruity, turn you to a smoothie (Uh huh)
Berry blaster Barry in the blender what a beauty (Uh huh)
The next line is a message, call it a disclaimer
Don't ask me if I want head cause thats a no brainer (BITCH)
Huh, huh, yeah yeah, nuh, FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Writer: Teodor Danescu
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid