Yeah
Alright
(Clears throat) yeah
Little b**h
[Hook]
No Chevron but got gas in the car
Grams in my garage
I might catch a charge
Bustin' backwoods yeah you know we smoking large
Call me farmer john
Smell me from afar [x2]
[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
I would do you harm
If you try to run up
I hustle when the sun down
I hustle when the sun up
I'm wrapping up a onion
Got o's like some funions
Serve you while I sun ya
b**h I am a runna'
(Ruh Ruh Ruh Ruh)
n***as that's my grunna
Squad like [?] when they come to hunt ya
Smoking DJ Mustard's
Big fat blunts brah
My girls be Kama Sutra
I met her at the Hooter's
Smacking on her a** her madubla-oblemguddah
I'm touching hella cake
Eddy Baker stacking moolah
Was trapping outta state
Now we Cali living cooler
And these n***as wanna hate cause I stay copping new shoes brah
Healthy Boyz little b**h
We got plugs way out in Cuba
b**h I stay with a rent and some grams up in the cooler
I'm Rick James in this b**h smack a n***a
Smack a n***a off a two blunts
Know it's baked in this b**h but I left out with a cougar
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Chilly Sosa]
Moving keys, Smoking trees
Foreign b**h from Italy
Ever since the rapping b**hes act like they just into me
Groupie b**hes after shows drinking cum like hennesey
Lean with the sprite that's a real n***a remedy
They asked me what I'm thinkin' green flag flag hanging
If the choppers get to bustin' have ya dancing and charadin'
Kurt Cobain up in my liquor
John Lennon in my swisher
Feeling like a f**ing Beatle how this b**hes wanna kick it
I ain't even drop a tape and all you b**hes throwing p**y
Healthy Boyz is the mafia don't play us like we p**y
Balling in the game these n***as mad cause they are rookie
Ever since the buzz these n***as hate they pure p**y
I don't sneak diss or rap beef that's weak sh**
I'd rather f** hoes
Smoke blunts that freak sh**
Thumb all in her coochie cause I'm on that creep sh**
Money over b**hes now that dolla on my pimpin'
[Hook]