[Verse 1: Mr Coathanger] Mr.Coathanger, no street banger, no coke slanger Got no patients for the mess I'm in And I'm wrecking them Got a couple fans, Shook a couple hands Shut up b**h I am not your man Didn't really wanna get it but I got your jam You a macho man But the Glock, co*k, pop ! And it do not stop till' the blood do drop To the ground And I found that I finally got it down To the point where it seemed I was living in a dream Im a fiend for the green Meaning money n the weed And promethezine, and I'm leaning This beats my heat, this tracks yo treat f** the faculty They gonna treat it like its blasphemy Probably gonna come after me Well you gonna come last to me In the back of my two seat My b**h with me her b**h with us We probably gonna f** Lets smoke a blunt, lets get f**ed up Hit the road, switch the flow Already learned what you need to know Always feel like I'm on the go And I'm not gonna stop when I hit the doh' Im just gonna keep going [Verse 2: Jesse Turvey]
Call me the janitor Coathang gonna bang out the manager I got the cameras No way I say That we ever meet nobody that can handle us You can't manage us Stand with us, so you Better get a heater can't bang with us, dangerous Ye scarier than angel dust Im In the back reenact a seen from Bang Bus Bangin' s*uts I had enough of bangin' s*uts But I love the way they say they rep the gang with us, so you Better get a sweater Barretta get in I'll feather ya better be heavy ready to get down up in this sh** The lines so dope, it's lyrical coke, we got these kids all hyped ! So if you smokin' hella poppers rep the gang all night ! POPPER GANG x3 It's the mother f**in Popper Gang ! Comin' back with a backpack Black hat brim low can't see me doe I'm buck, and you f**ed up I know more sh** than you'll ever know Thats why I'm f**ed up, no substitute for no substances Cause I love the sh** I'm in love with it [Hook: Johnny Poppers] If that b**h give you sa** f** that b**h in the a** ! x4