[Produced by Ryan Garber]
[Verse 1]
It was the summer of 2016
All I had was a blunt, and a cup of lean
My friend said he had a job for me in Browns Cove
Thought it was gonna be lit, but it was no treasure trove
First night I was there, I drank all of his vodka and gin
Then I made a suit out of his leathery skin
He got me in a chokehold, said "I'll k** you right now, boy"
Bashed his head in, now he'll be flopping like a koi
[Hook]
My homie picked me up on the side of an old country road
If I ever see that ba*tard again, I'll make his blood run cold
Tried to stab me with a pitchfork, run me over me with his truck
If that ba*tard tries that sh** again, he's gonna be out of luck
[Verse 2]
Well I met his daughter at the local Heritage
She's so damn she couldn't even afford a hermitage
Now this next part may show that's there no love in our hearts
But this b**h had more grease in her hair than O'Reilly auto parts
b**h be looking like a f**ing troll
Like some ganja, gonna smoke them like a bowl
[Hook]
My homie picked me up on the side of an old country road
If I ever see that ba*tard again, I'll make his blood run cold
Tried to stab me with a pitchfork, run me over me with his truck
If that ba*tard tries that sh** again, he's gonna be out of luck
[Verse 3]
This b**h is a hoe, f**ing BDSM fetishes
Come to school, we see the rope around your wrist
This b**h s**s more dick than she cut, minds it
Trying to be secretive, b**h you can't hide it
b**h got a tongue like frogger
b**h be drinking cum like a lager
b**h got more naps in her hair than a hippie
Gonna cut a b**h up, gonna get trippy
b**h on her period, it's gonna get drippy
[Hook x2]
My homie picked me up on the side of an old country road
If I ever see that ba*tard again, I'll make his blood run cold
Tried to stab me with a pitchfork, run me over me with his truck
If that ba*tard tries that sh** again, he's gonna be out of luck