Contact Lens - Fairweather Friends lyrics

[Hook] Haters gon' hate it When we doing good Hoes gon' hate it When were motherf**ing broke Fairweather friends Tend to disappear When theres no weed in the jar to smoke [x6] [Dylan Ross] Give me a fat a** blunt of the best And a woman in a latex dress Keep me bucking all night Take me another height Of buckness yes I'm blessed I really only f** with me I don't really ever f** with the rest I'm the elite, Pizza Click representative And I come from the Midwest So I'm bouncing and I'm bucking Rillo filled up with a couple different things Like a turducken And I'm all about causing a ruckus I don't wear anything made by the hundreds I'm just making hundreds of racks And I spend it all as soon as I get it If in it twumpin' You know I'm bumpin' I got slumps to make you go deaf And jiggle all of the curves on your woman I'm the buckest mane you should just a**ume it b**h I'm boomin A lot of rappers say there dope But they can't prove it You wanna take me out the game do it But no matter how many V's or X's You use it won't cover up stupid The game is foolish I'm out of it you can catch a blast When I'm riding with the pistol grip and the mask [Hook] [Supahuman] [?]