Wasabi Boiz - Bok Choi | 02.95.64. lyrics

[Intro] We go to the store, we get the custard, we get the stutter, we get the bu*ter You think that's vitamin water? [Chorus] Barry Cheetah, got a home run Got real bookers, got a real stun gun Know you're gonna get stunned boy Don't have a handgun going Bok Choi [Verse 1] Eating Bok Choi with my hittas at Nobu Out on the beach riding surfers at Laguna Yeah got it from my boy call it big Kahuna I got to school on that take call it poon state Drake new album if you're reading this it's too late I just rhyme sh** for the hell of it We got money yeah we spending for the hell of it White red shrimp got seafood eating good Yeah better yet I did it for the hood Out in ray bans matza walla with the bu*ter Bruh did I stutter? I get big money like no other Took a lift to my penthouse, right to the top Now we in New York at the Louis V shop Got that freshman juice ahead always looking hot Yeah tie up the lobsters they gotta get bought Schooled someone yeah they had to get taught [Chorus] [Verse 2] Eating rainbow trout not the color of money The big one hundred staring straight at your face Your boy got that caramel color skin trait Chocolate skin, deca-dipping sweet Ten thirty one but it's not halloween Curly hair natural, ain't now perm Best corner in the League, call it Richard Sherm White boy on fire, hotter than a mixtape Got me on the mic yeah your boy going ape On the mic vocabulary flexing and finessing My whole life is but a but a but a blessing Look at my body, bruh, I'm not even flexing Just filed my taxes I ain't even stressing I just saved me b-b-b-b-billions On the beat your boy getting tr-tr-tr-tr-trillions Hear me on the sneak watch out for luffa millions [Chorus] [Bridge] What you guys feeling tonight, a little pizzle on my dizzle? A little, extra dizzle, sizzle Why not some bok chizzle on my dizzle? Bok chizzle on your dizzle? I want some - I want some cabaggizle Do we have some Sushi paprizzle for the money on my grizzle? Raspaper on a red cabbage? Andri, you go now [Verse 3] In a phone boy, hit me on the celli Damorealizer on the track reading Machiavelli Looking real fly, you looking real jelly Hit me with that bread boy I got that peanut bu*ter Big boy penthouse never close the shutter Got a hot girl and she iced out You know your boy got riches I ain't Steve Stout Yeah your boy on the beat, call me DJ Mustard Cut up the pizza, give me that custard Yo turn up the volume but don't let it sizzle Fo-rizzle, fabrizzle, extra salt on the prizzle Got that Ralph on deck, money in stacks Gucci on my waist racks racks on racks Pineapple smoothie real girl exotic fruits Walking around in a thousand dollar suit Hotter than J. Cole in "Forbidden Fruit" Fruit yeah! [Chorus x2]