[Hook: Ouija]
Giving a f** what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me, b**h I'm G
b**h I'm G
b**h I'm G
X2
Homie I'm G-G double O D, G double O D
X4
[Verse 1: ChoirBoy]
Good God, whole squad on fleek
Ten toes already know its gon' be
Last week the homie tatted it on the cheek
T double O F, G double O D
Toof Gang gon' eat, Toof Gang don't sleep
With the hustle you can't muzzle, homie look at these teeth
Give a f** what haters saying when they speaking on me
Get to pool ball socking, slick talking to a G
PayPal racks, drop crack on the digi-scale
Cops on twitter, now the snitches trynna digi-tell
Old school country, but you know I rep the city well
Don't skate, But I slide off like a mini rail
Silky smooth beats, but the flow so gritty
Still won't talk greasy grand slam you like a Denny's grill
Every time I catch a brake a hater wonder did he fail
Wishing we gon' fall off, homie get a wishing well
[Verse 2: Ouija]
Ima put sin city on the map
Ouija mat got spirits in the trap
Toof Gang and we taking back the swag
We gon' make these p**y boys grow their eyebrows back
Shawty show me that pale white ahh ahh ahh
Throw the booty like a tantrum in my lap
Catch drain got requested on the track
Wasn't f**ing with us broke, go and nibble up a stack
b**h I swang around the world like inside-out boy
f**ing with the Toof, oh this I doubt boy
Dyed my hair blonde, slang scrolls like Malfoy
Get up off my decomposing dick right now boy
Waves crash daily we a rip tide now boy
Guess you gotta catch us on the flip side now
Crawl slow, paint drying on the whip right now
Lick your crusty a** lips and get a grip motha' f**a'
[Hook: Ouija]
[Verse 3: Yung Chri$t]
Posted in Japan catching tans
Pocket full of xans
Couple grand
And I'm plannin' to sell these d** up out the van
I'm just sayin'
Bullets spraying
Like some public masturbation on vacation with some Haitians Eating on some veggie bacon
All these hoes they like my sh**
Smoking on some pipes and sh**
Yung Chri$t boys nice, nice boys, Satan twice Rollin' on some dice
Double cup up in my hand
Cocaine, got it by the gram
Hashtag sh**bag, jet lag, pop tags
Baller sh**, poppin on my collar sh**
I'm all about a dollar b**h
Tell your girlfriend come and holla' quick
I'm all about a dollar b**h
Tell your girlfriend come and holla' quick
[Verse 4: Ruby da Cherry]
Clean cut, f** that I'm dirty
Swamp chomp stomp on the beat I spit murky sh**
Got beef mof**a' got jerky
Your chick gobble the dick like she a turkey
She said "work me" I said "surely"
First we roll a blunt and blow it out ya heard me
Now I'm f**ing thirsty, chugged about thirty f**ing cream sodas now I'm feeling sick
Lookin' f**ing green like Yoda
b**hes surrounding me doing yoga f**ing told you Ruby da Cherry ain't f**ing sober very often
All that coughing you doing I can't really hear you talking
Mothaf**a
[Hook: Ouija]