Hooligan Chase - Birthday! lyrics

sh** Ask that b**h I'll hit the store, haha I had a good day! They told me I'm weird as f**, that's what they would say! Woah, all up in my ear with that Chase why you do this! and that Chase why you do that! Hit the blunt you should relax God damn! I'm a rude boy, slap you witcho' shoes boy Me no got one homie, upgraded me, went to two boy You gon' walk the plank, you tryna dance around me lewd boy Wristy on my Gucci Amy (?) blunt be full of booth, boy Zippy hoes, zippy a**, zippy dope Pippy cash (?) Zippy dough, it be cash It be hoes, who be mad Hit me bro, get me back Tippy toe, do the dash f** yo goals, f** a cla** b**h I be flexin' (pew pew pew pew pew pew!) My dick bust like smith ‘n' wesson (it do!) Kim be on me kiss yo b**h be Kanye Wessin' (Kimmy got damn) That's my sound like I won't let nobody ‘dress it (nono noo) Shawty sneezin' all up on my hoes, say bless ya! (Achoo!) Tweedle dumb, Tweedle dee Lil blunts, lil weed Brought a gun to the beach (aw, yeah) Cause they some crab a** hoes, (yup) And some crab a** b**hes (oh, yeah) Type to call you that'll cop a nickleback a** b**hes (got nickle) Got a gogurt round ‘me neck Got my baby through the way If you see me in the flash I'm in chase world (do not approve) Back that a** up, I'm impressed I ain't never pa**ed no test (nope!) If I wait for her she better be a space girl f** what they say, I'm goofy as hell (goddamn) Bought some d** with birthday money Grammy sent in the mail I got hoes on my dick Pro' fall if ya slip Beatin' hoes, that's the sh** Hit the store, foldin' chips All my folks say “Boy, you ain't livin to well” f** you mean? I'm feelin titties like I'm readin ‘em braille (is that so?) Gotta go, let me dip Stone cold stun ya b**h Honey mustard on yo b**h Frozen custard on ‘er ribs Ohh, you poppin' You in the food court but don't do no shoppin' You smokin' reggie, you coughin' Still pokin' hoes on Facebook, you need to stop it I smokin' cooties, freshed squeezed lemonade when I squeeze dat booty (that booty) And I can't forget the b**bies Loud patch gen-er-al, reporting for duty (sir, yes sir) Fresh out dat landing strip (I'm back, b**h) Ay, where my manners b**h? (where?) Hannah Montana sh** (ay) (pa** the f**in' blunt, stop talkin') Damn, one thing, two thing, one bing, two s** me like I'm Dr. Suess, ooh (green eggs and ham) I remember back in third grade (little boy) I was copin' kush, you copin' dirt grave (ooh) And how I hit the mall up on a Thursday (I run through dat sh**) ‘Cause they felt it's my birthday (where the f** my cake) Ha Ay, this one, and that one, and that one, and this one, ha Uh uh uuh Ay, shouts out to whales You know, s**m whales, orca whales, humpback whales, you know what I'm sayin'? Ha, shouts out