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[Intro] Quack, quack [Verse 1] I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call Hit your sister in the face with a Nerf Ball I'm dealing with some sh*t that really don't concern y'all Punch a fan if you get a f*cking word wrong I'm wavy, get me some sh*t that you can surf on Finding me a b*tch I can swerve on Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on Your b*tch at night lie in bed, she turned on Throw some weed, tell her burn one [Hook] Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one [Verse 2] Yea, I used to give a f*ck about success Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast Sorry that's some sh*t I had to confess SongtexteCrazy ass b*tch doing 911 threats Came in the game smoking Newport Hundreds Now I'm at the top and the crown fit Gold on my outfit Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in Got that wet pack, b*tch come and give me that You know we wanna know where them titties at Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is Corruption, stuntin' at the function Your girl pussy smell like Sour Cream & Onion Pay attention, you'll learn something Roll that weed up, burn one [Hook] Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one Aus Songtexte Mania