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Uh (Uh)
Come on, ai, ai Boskeezy?
Ai, my, my, turn it up (burps)
Hey Boskeezy? Hey that s**t right there, ay
(talk to my wepolations), that s**t.
That's ibeen? That s**t smibeen that s**t ibeen?
That s**t smibeen, ooh (ooh)
4:15 showcasing to the max
Got my truckamajig free racing causing anxiety attacks
Pitch black normal tint BOOM BAP!
fked around and overheated my Zues amp
500, oh the hoes, fk a ho
These are the thing that, uh, you need to know
Bust him open spin open the duct tape and the foil
Eat the rest and get a pot and let 'em boil
Bullet proof vest never confess keep a bucket full of acid
1-800-888 zippers-on-tastic
Clinetel, raise 'em high raise 'em low
Out on bail everybody hit the floor
Chorus:
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust (ooh!)
Dump, Bust, Blast, Dump, Bust,
Dump, Bust, (BEOTCH!) Blast
Slurp slip, s**t I'm outta sight
I like to get my d*ck sucked in - broad daylight
Acting bad on the soil acting tough
Break your as* down like a 12-gauge and call yo' bluff
Ignore a fool, that's what they holler
sn*tch his bootsy as* up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under investigation
We hot like jalapenos
Man, how come can't put their money together like Philipinos?
I suppose, can you bring him back?
He was one of them enemies that tried to participate
in Swiss Cheezin' my clean as* Cadillac
My Cadillac, My Pontiac I mean
My under bucket hoopty parked on magazines
Chorus: 2x
Check it out (check it out)
Third verse, let's begin lets be gone
I done served more water than, uh, Evian
Posted up like a thumbtack on the boulevard serving dead
Yola, ice cream, Ben and Jerry (Jer)
I've been doing somethings, cigars and pinky rings
I'm a fixture up in this s**t like E-40 and the Click
Paper all up under my box spring matress choppers on top of the fridge
Automatics in the kitchen cabinets man I kill a motherfker over mathematics
Haters gonna hate, but they don't count nigg* hustle
The dope game runs on two thing (what's that?) money and muscle
Do some gotti, fourth of July your party
Laid his "supposed to be so called hardest nigg* in your town"
ass down in front of everybody
Chorus: (with three overdubbed tracks of random talking)
