Flosstradamus - Piss Test (remix) lyrics

[Hook 2x: Juicy J] f** a P.O f** a piss test f** a P.O f** a piss test f** a P.O f** a piss test Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet [Verse 1: Jim Jones] My main partner on life parole He don't give a f**, every night we roll Big blunts, big guns, so that first mother f**er that like to go No curfew, f** 9 o' clock, you can't see the time on this shiny watch Matters fact it's time to rock and it looks like my time is stuck Cause it's so frozen, I'm so cold Slow it down, I'm so throwed Oh oh those P.O's be poppin' up any time of day Violate, that's 90 days Violate, this nine will spray Either one is not a good look Matters fact, get a good look I'm getting money, f** a piss test Left the club and I piss Moët You should keep your b**h in check, before I drop my top while she givin' neck I'm in Detroit with that lion Pack the heat more like a Lion You would say that I'm lying Pack them guns everywhere we flying [Hook 2x: Juicy J] [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Weed, shrooms, LSD Even got that Keenan Ivory E pills for the feel Sleeping pills for nighty nighty Her vagina tighty I lick all over, flip off all over, then I climb insidey sh** I'm smoking be so potent I'm floating out my body Watch her, kiss her, liquor, then lick her This liquor, I'm slizzard, my n***a My life is like basketball Run, shoot, and stealing This b**h I'm with so wet she should come equipped with gills Trippy is as trippy does Acid drops up in my cup Biggest blunt of that super skunk It's the gold fang wearing zombie Sour diesel blowing Leopard flag hanging out my pocket while I'm floating [Verse 3: Juice] Zombies juicy, a-trizze, we trippy f** a piss test What you know about that, hash oil potent oil Mix it up got my brain all stuck, I'm trippy though if you ain't know When I'm on LSD, all the tongues, speaking tongues got her freaking out So what you know about this, candy flipping we be the sh** 500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, f** them C's Thats no release, we high time'n, you little leaves smoking bush weed No comparing nothing the same, nothing compared to the blood in my veins All the sh** I get tamed, smoking that dank, mary be mine, look at the time Enter the league of divine , eyes on the prize after the skye f** my p.o and your p.o, smoke it like its legal Zombie give me brain, s** me join that trippy train! [Hook 2x: Juicy J] [Verse 4: El-P] One thing about El Product These f**s gotta put into their brain is Pain by the pound been the model for millennia f**o, never been sane or benevolent, no Get the hole in your face plate stucco'd Rode in to the frame on an elephant, scoundrel Talking that road house throat grip spin in to a pirouette Dope sick gunner with a numb heart pounding Spit a mint leaf dosage, dosed in the most utmost potent Oh sh**, walk to the most hounding sounding Little fish in an ocean of piss Get twisted and tangled and mangled on principal Your whole squadron'll kitty cat scream when I alf ‘em, down ‘em, eat ‘em up, ralph ‘em How come outcomes, even in the best bets placed are debased When a veteran BK bent to the bone chip start to get a notion to smoke sh**, focus Motherf** a P.O., C.O, C.E.O and any other minion of the long armed evil With a habit of a tight grip chokin', hoping the ma**es are broken sh**s about to get real trippy, lets go kids