Outer Concept - Ketchup ft. RooRooDaMoonMan, Danny G D-Box & The Majedi (prod. by Danny G D-Box) lyrics

[Verse 1: RooRooDaMoonMan] I love to smoke that loud pack sh**, I love to get that cash I need a red bone b**h with a Big "O" Fat Ass She's a down a** chick that's the kind of ladies that I like Like real talk my dawg I ain't even gonna tell lies Rollin' on the streets Out Con tennis ball choppa packin' Blasting on rachets with fat a**es that we be mackin' We some slick a** n***as we too slick with that stupid sh** We ain't ashamed we just swagin' lanes to this muthaf**in turnt up music sh** By the end of day, I will never go away n***as still gon hate cause b**h I'm gettin' more cake f** what you thank (think) cause you f** n***as be fake f** with my crew one more call and your a** gon be in the lake We some hot boys, we make hot noise Catch your a** slippin' we gon hit you with that top boy It ain't my birthday but I need a big booty hoe f** that b**h down & you know I tell that b**h ROO! [Verse 2: Danny G] These muthaf**as really tryna start sh** What coinkeedink we got beef to cook Rollin' round in white and black like a bunch of psychopaths Don't be shy to ask, y'all already know the streets is shook Oh my God, Oh my gosh, look y'all it's the hot dogs No ball franks when my dralls hang but them walls bang when I pop off b**h you's a buster, i say that with deep pa**ion Bustin' at you hoes rolling down the window with bombing monster beats bashin' Never gave a f** what you funky b**hes saying Cause this crazy sh** stay in my muthaf**in' system playing Slayin' these hoes maine old a** crooner f**ers get Rogaine We f**ing these b**hes not loving these b**hes 100% for the dough maine We pro game that's the realest spitting to the haters and phasers ducking Getting this function b*atch it's nothin' criminal sh** for these cutesy pumpkins yah My bottom b**h told me life is too tricky When I make your b**h squirt that ketchup sh** gon get sticky Yeah get with it don't get twisted this the muthaf**in clique yo You disagree s** my mouthaf**in' dick hoe with ketchup [Verse 3: The Majedi] Blood dripping out my nose I'm tellin y'all it's ketchup Bra** knuckles in my hand I'm bout to f** some flesh up You f**ers better catch up because I'm out ahead They call me The Majedi cause I'm the Jedi Majed You're better off dead then tryna fight us Because our swag is on point you tryna bite us And you gon learn to like us or you gon die tonight Cause you can be superman but this is kryptonite And I might trip tonight and k** some brain cells Locked on my mind I handle ball and chains well Cause I feel unstable I think I'm insane But also I feel like Django because I'm unchained I don't think I'm bi polar big do have mood swangs While I'm looking down on you atop the food chain We're Outer Concept bro nobody better than Us these your last rites I'll call the reverend