Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop on a boat, talkin paddle
On a horse, without a saddle
In this rap, I babble
If the teacher find this one, she'll tattle
Teacher, what, a preacher?
I'm a D1 feature
Take yo girl, I'mma keep her
Send some flicks. I'mma leak her
With the drac' I'm a grim reaper
Forget the drac' I'm talkin blick
Talkin bout your whole block hit
Once you down in a pit
Nah, get up and get fit
Tote a wood, talkin lick
Good boy, talkin shit
Bands, what I spend
To the bud, I tend
Relationships, I mend
I hit the flow, full send
Might be slow, but I'm movin
Ain't dancin, I'm groovin
In the river I'm tubin
Shiver me timbers, raise the heat to a simmer
Seven-Eleven was that a skimmer?
Day after day, ain't gettin slimmer
Possibilities gettin dimmer
(Man, where my blunt at, shmunk?)
Is the Robbutussin Robbubussin?
Cryin' why you fussin
Leaned over, you dyin
Lil' dumb hoe, you lyin
Off the Yerky, I'm flyin
Off the track, I'm rhymin
I'm on that good timin
Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop on a boat, talkin paddle
On a horse, without a saddle
In this rap, I babble
If the teacher find this shit, she gon' tattle
Fast lane, bitch, I travel
My consciousness unravels
No za, it got me dazzled
Hit you with a stick with my macro
On God, that shit be facts, bro
Act like a bitch, I'ma tax, bro
20k bands, I stack, yo
The shit you say is trash, bro
20k bands in a briefcase
20 more xans, that's a brief case
20 more seconds, I'ma need space
Bitch, I swear to God if my weed laced
Left pocket dog shit, type dick
Pull up on your bros with my new stick
On my way to cop some new fits
Bitch, I'm about to be on my Rhude shit
Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop in the whip, talkin' Cadillac
Pull up to your hoe and I'm tappin' that
Only get a pass, cause her ass is fat
Pull up with a blick, bitch, rat-tat-tat
I'ma slap my balls, across your face like a grandfather clock
Better be scared when the switch start to pop
Runnin' through the trenches, I cover all the stenches
Belief is a thought
Dready what I saw
Hate what I talk
Trauma what I caught
Ideology from a sin
F*ck that, what's the vin
Sittin' in class, toss a zyn
Twenty-eight for the low
Two bands for a flow
Nighthawk on a beat
He the premium feat
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Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop on a boat, talkin paddle
On a horse, without a saddle
In this rap, I babble
If the teacher find this one, she'll tattle
Teacher, what, a preacher?
I'm a D1 feature
Take yo girl, I'mma keep her
Send some flicks. I'mma leak her
With the drac' I'm a grim reaper
Forget the drac' I'm talkin blick
Talkin bout your whole block hit
Once you down in a pit
Nah, get up and get fit
Tote a wood, talkin lick
Good boy, talkin shit
Bands, what I spend
To the bud, I tend
Relationships, I mend
I hit the flow, full send
Might be slow, but I'm movin
Ain't dancin, I'm groovin
In the river I'm tubin
Shiver me timbers, raise the heat to a simmer
Seven-Eleven was that a skimmer?
Day after day, ain't gettin slimmer
Possibilities gettin dimmer
(Man, where my blunt at, shmunk?)
Is the Robbutussin Robbubussin?
Cryin' why you fussin
Leaned over, you dyin
Lil' dumb hoe, you lyin
Off the Yerky, I'm flyin
Off the track, I'm rhymin
I'm on that good timin
Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop on a boat, talkin paddle
On a horse, without a saddle
In this rap, I babble
If the teacher find this shit, she gon' tattle
Fast lane, bitch, I travel
My consciousness unravels
No za, it got me dazzled
Hit you with a stick with my macro
On God, that shit be facts, bro
Act like a bitch, I'ma tax, bro
20k bands, I stack, yo
The shit you say is trash, bro
20k bands in a briefcase
20 more xans, that's a brief case
20 more seconds, I'ma need space
Bitch, I swear to God if my weed laced
Left pocket dog shit, type dick
Pull up on your bros with my new stick
On my way to cop some new fits
Bitch, I'm about to be on my Rhude shit
Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop in the whip, talkin' Cadillac
Pull up to your hoe and I'm tappin' that
Only get a pass, cause her ass is fat
Pull up with a blick, bitch, rat-tat-tat
I'ma slap my balls, across your face like a grandfather clock
Better be scared when the switch start to pop
Runnin' through the trenches, I cover all the stenches
Belief is a thought
Dready what I saw
Hate what I talk
Trauma what I caught
Ideology from a sin
F*ck that, what's the vin
Sittin' in class, toss a zyn
Twenty-eight for the low
Two bands for a flow
Nighthawk on a beat
He the premium feat
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop on a boat, talkin paddle
On a horse, without a saddle
In this rap, I babble
If the teacher find this one, she'll tattle
Teacher, what, a preacher?
I'm a D1 feature
Take yo girl, I'mma keep her
Send some flicks. I'mma leak her
With the drac' I'm a grim reaper
Forget the drac' I'm talkin blick
Talkin bout your whole block hit
Once you down in a pit
Nah, get up and get fit
Tote a wood, talkin lick
Good boy, talkin shit
Bands, what I spend
To the bud, I tend
Relationships, I mend
I hit the flow, full send
Might be slow, but I'm movin
Ain't dancin, I'm groovin
In the river I'm tubin
Shiver me timbers, raise the heat to a simmer
Seven-Eleven was that a skimmer?
Day after day, ain't gettin slimmer
Possibilities gettin dimmer
(Man, where my blunt at, shmunk?)
Is the Robbutussin Robbubussin?
Cryin' why you fussin
Leaned over, you dyin
Lil' dumb hoe, you lyin
Off the Yerky, I'm flyin
Off the track, I'm rhymin
I'm on that good timin
Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop on a boat, talkin paddle
On a horse, without a saddle
In this rap, I babble
If the teacher find this shit, she gon' tattle
Fast lane, bitch, I travel
My consciousness unravels
No za, it got me dazzled
Hit you with a stick with my macro
On God, that shit be facts, bro
Act like a bitch, I'ma tax, bro
20k bands, I stack, yo
The shit you say is trash, bro
20k bands in a briefcase
20 more xans, that's a brief case
20 more seconds, I'ma need space
Bitch, I swear to God if my weed laced
Left pocket dog shit, type dick
Pull up on your bros with my new stick
On my way to cop some new fits
Bitch, I'm about to be on my Rhude shit
Munchin fifty cent nachos
Mine, not yos
You broke, and it shows
If you poor, skidaddle
Hop in the whip, talkin' Cadillac
Pull up to your hoe and I'm tappin' that
Only get a pass, cause her ass is fat
Pull up with a blick, bitch, rat-tat-tat
I'ma slap my balls, across your face like a grandfather clock
Better be scared when the switch start to pop
Runnin' through the trenches, I cover all the stenches
Belief is a thought
Dready what I saw
Hate what I talk
Trauma what I caught
Ideology from a sin
F*ck that, what's the vin
Sittin' in class, toss a zyn
Twenty-eight for the low
Two bands for a flow
Nighthawk on a beat
He the premium feat
Writer: Kody Barber, Adrion Monge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid