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Rargh The Octagon Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill) "Hey Ya" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam) Try this right here, check (Hey ya) "230 pounds of marijuana..." (Hey ya) "Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash..." (Hey ya) "But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..." (Hey ya) "A 55,000 dollar watch" Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar I was six feet deep with the roses and flows I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs ill like Neymar Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker Funky Friday and pills on a rainbow Psychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though Quavo gettin' 'em high like all night With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados Chill the fuck out, peso, Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low Rap shit is a war of the words And my words are gods of the war like Kratos I'm in a blacked out Mazda, bad bitch that I met on Insta In the club with a bottle of bub' SongtexteSo yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her Might chop ya trees and yell timber I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder I might say babysit, I might kid ya I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up Facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's Still blow sesh from the front to the back With the fam till the death and the bud that I pack Money in a wraps both backflip, got 55 grand in the mattress Can't catch this, I just got three birds in a row And I called it a hat-trick (Hey ya) "230 pounds of marijuana..." (Hey ya) "Along with more than 150,000 dollars in cash..." (Hey ya) "But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..." (Hey ya) "A 55,000 dollar watch" I said, "Quick figures pay less Quick pay for the six-figure pay cheque" Zip Pay, then I strip on my babe Dress fine 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less We just do a little more then we say less Money doubles on the budget 'till the day stress Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet That's just how the fame gets, word Dot ball, got ‘em in a mixed batch Have a long one shot, might six that Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back Coke for coke till I comatose Then go flow for flow while I go for throats And I might go for broke till I overdose And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo I'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen In the back that I dust off Jake Tyler, the boy back down in the background Like I'm at a packed out bus stop One-two, I kick it like kung fu Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox Back down, put the track down, let it slap now, wanna chat? Your whole crew can fuck off Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off Why you on my dick then suck off? Said it once more, brah, fuck off Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off Why you on my dick then suck off? I said it once more, brah, fuck off (Hey ya) I told you cunts, bro (Hey ya) I said it before, man I don't know how many times I gotta say it, fuck off, man (Hey ya) I'm livin' my best life, I'm good, bro Money good, get yours (Hey ya) You know what? Fuck it Hey ya Hey ya, hey Aus Songtexte Mania