Uh (Uh) Come on I I Boskeezy? I my my turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that s*** right there I (talk to me willpalations)
that
s***. That's ibeen? That s*** smibeen that s*** ibeen? That s***
smibeen
ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP!
f***** around and overheated my Zues amp
500 oh the hoes f*** a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor
Chorus:
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast
Slurp slip, deep throat s*** I'm outta sight
I like to get my d*** sucked in broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
You know if, ooh, that's what they holler
s***** his boosty a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we
hot
like jalapenos
Man, how come n***** can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate in Swiss Cheezin'
my
clean a** Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on Magazine
Chorus: 2x
Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Avion
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a big screw up in this s*** like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a m*********** over
mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count n**** hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest n**** in your town" a**
down
infront of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that s*** right there I (talk to me willpalations)
that
s***. That's ibeen? That s*** smibeen that s*** ibeen? That s***
smibeen
ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP!
f***** around and overheated my Zues amp
500 oh the hoes f*** a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor
Chorus:
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast
Slurp slip, deep throat s*** I'm outta sight
I like to get my d*** sucked in broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your a** down like 12-gauge Doyle bluff
You know if, ooh, that's what they holler
s***** his boosty a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation we
hot
like jalapenos
Man, how come n***** can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate in Swiss Cheezin'
my
clean a** Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on Magazine
Chorus: 2x
Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Avion
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a big screw up in this s*** like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a m*********** over
mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count n**** hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest n**** in your town" a**
down
infront of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking