Been a long time since we hung out, Jeff
I really miss you, buddy
Small t#tt#es, wait, [Wait] b#tch I keep a cup [A cup
Oh no, it is empty, now I have to fill it up [Oh no
I just came up, want some clovers? I said trust my luck [Oh yeah
Something like a bug’s life, wait a blunt, get rollin’ tucked [Yeah
Purple label pants on me, the Texan color muck [Mm-hm, mm-hm
I do my rain dance, and now I feel just like Psyduck
I came with too much water, and I think I brought a flood [Splash
Must say I’m a sick-ass n#gg#, think I got the suds
I am just too clean, it’s like I am a walking tub [So clean
I might f#ck around and pop out in a pair of lugs [Mm-hm
Bet I make them sh#ts look fly like I’m walkin’ on dust [So fly
I can sell you swag, my n#gg#, I don’t sell no drugs [Wanna buy?
Got some bottles on deck, b#tch I am a walking club [Uh-huh
Get it lit in this b#tch like when they invented the light bulb [Ding
Catch me in the bed, torchin’ up like an angry mob [Oh yeah
Lemon kush make you say “That’s the power of Pine-Sol” [Mm-hm]
Small t#tt#es, wait, b#tch I keep a cup [A cup, a cup
Oh no, it is empty [Oh no], now I have to fill it up [It up
I just came up, want some clovers? I said trust my luck [My luck
Something like a bug’s life, wait a blunt, get rollin’ tucked [Rollin’ tucked
Purple label pants on me, the Texan color muck [Texan color muck
I do my rain dance, and now I feel just like Psyduck [Psy
I came with too much water, and I think I brought a flood [Oh no
Must say I’m a sick-ass n#gg#, think I got the suds [Achoo]
Buzzing these songs in my cup, but now it’s only water
I be drippin’ like otter, two guns together, Weasley and Potter
Cleanin’ kid on a stick, a beam on a Glock like Scott Summer
n#gg#s be hot, they not even havin’ fevers
Me and Jeff the ones who say
Bullets fly out the mouth of my Donner, rabies, I ain’t Mike Vick
b#tches stuck with me, social media, talk about tips
I’m sticking your b#tch with a dick that smell above average, uh
My money stacks sloppy as Jonah Manwich, uh
Boy you’re bustin’ a bunny, that’s who you ran with, uh
I’m getting green, I’m the captain of the whole planet, uh
Clean as f#ck, I’d be limpy if I was Spanish, uh
Doin’ hell damage, gainin’ big XP, what’s on me?
Forty, n#gg# I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a drink
Ay don’t open up your closed mindset, now I see what you think
Jeff and Dizee be drippin’, we lookin’ like a twin sink
I be choppin’ up weeds, now I’m feelin’ like I’m Toon Link
You could step up if you wanted, but you not cheering Tate
22 in the clip, now I’m feelin’ like I’m Channing Tatum
I get money, you could get hot like a pizza in their bait
When they come to me and seen this n#gg#’s fine ways are a laid
Walkin’ ’round with a stick, flickin’ opps like I’m ready to raid
n#gg#s act like they get dollar bills, but they really forsake
If you wanna get in a ring with me, then I undertake
Small t#tt#es, wait, b#tch I keep a cup
Oh no, it is empty, now I have to fill it up
I just came up, want some clovers? I said trust my luck
Something like a bug’s life, wait a blunt, get rollin’ tucked
Purple label pants on me, the Texan color muck
I do my rain dance, and now I feel just like Psyduck
I came with too much water, and I think I brought a flood
Must say I’m a sick-ass n#gg#, think I got the suds
Uh [Uh], take some shots like Elmer Fudd
Uh [Yeah], uh, take some shots like Elmer Fudd
Uh [Yeah], yuh, uh, take some shots like Elmer Fudd
Uh, b#tch we came to get f#cked up
Uh, uh, no Cosby show, I keep some bud
Uh, yeah, no Cosby show, I keep some bud
Yeah, no Cosby show, I keep some bud
b#tch we came to get f#cked up
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