Crames - Roy Halladay lyrics

[VERSE 1] I might pull up in a supercharged golf-cart, face painted like I'm Braveheart Hit a jump-split, while I rip a kush stick that I spliffed with some mugwort I just split a ten strip with Judy Jetson and Professor Dumbledore You can't get up in my section. It is not gonna happen, why you tryna go through all this trouble for it? b**h I'm off a bean, sippin henny out a chalice Out in Calabasis, at a crib look like a palace Whole team trained to keep it lowkey, homie you ain't know nothing about us Shawty on me, acting real horny, tryna get a handful of my motherf**in' apparatus [HOOK] These b**hes gon holla - it's a holiday! Hit em with the curveball - Roy Halladay! They're worshipping the dad bod - like it's father's day! But I don't give a f** about em - I been mixing chronic, gin and tonic, and a lotta yay! [VERSE 2] Boofed out my mu'f**in mind at the Met front row for Rigoletto Hat tilted like Johnny Cueto, between two dimes in red bottom stilettos I got enough dick for both them to handle, get doubled like Melo I ain't got no license, but I wanna cop me more whips than Jay Leno I wanna trip on some boomers size of Portobellos, change up my world like Creflo Y'all muthaf**as like Crames got some rare flow, hop on the mic and give you hoes an earful Lil' b**h, be careful, come at me sidways got fists for your temples All of these b**hes be worshipping Crames, yeah my balls are even more holy than Wiffles b**h, game over. I'm winning and goin' dummy, gunnin for more money, more food in this big tummy She getting this dick from me, and every time she be coming she look at me all funny Quit playin' with me, buddy, you know that my team nutty If you keep acting fishy you might just get gutted If I'm being honest, I'm sorry your b**h want it, cuz she ain't gonna get this sh**, it's beyond her But you should be honored if were to freak on her, cuz if we talking millions my penis worth three hundred That's why all of these hoes holla even though I don't want em, I just sit back, sip my drank, and curveball em [HOOK] These b**hes gon holla - it's a holiday! Hit em with the curveball - Roy Halladay! They're worshipping the dad bod - like it's father's day! But I don't give a f** about em - I been mixing chronic, gin and tonic, and a lotta yay!