Brad Neely - Whopper and a Forty (Queeblo) lyrics

Well I got 5.45 and it's 5:45 Gotta get a Whopper and 40 and ride Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me, right Working at the Michael's Got the first shift cracking packs Got my knife and my gun So, just step it back Only girlie near my age is a little odd No, that's mean, I should say she just into God So, tonight there's a party at this girl's house I think we're cool cos with stamps I always help her out She is fine but her friends are kind of this and thatness But with me I better help her find her inner Katniss So I dance with my manager Vance Asking if I could just get a friendly payment advance He blows me off So I scoff Throw my smock Check the clock Take it off Check my wad Feeling soft, all I got is.. 5.45 and it's 5:45 Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride Well I got 5.45 and it's 5:45 Gotta get a Whopper and 40 and ride Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me, right We got the cheap wine The equine The real fine And the drink line The ursine The bovines The supine And the piss line I see Stamps with an idiot champ I'm waved over like red rover to the lady and tramp We are introduced, he's a dick like beetlejuice I pop my stick But she winks and it's sick So I chill just in the knick Yeah, you know I retract my Logans I ease up and slay with slogans I joke hard and I pose like Hogan Then I grin and I take my moment I'm clearing zones like I'm Indy Jones Out from the Tomb of bad perfume It's time to bring it back home I got me 5.45 and it's 5:45 Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride Well I've got 5.45 and it's 5:45 Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me Yeah, you know, you f**in feel me, right Was that Queeblo?