Yezzur

Yeah, yeah
Fuck you
Yeah yeah, smoke mad weed, got no plan, but I got that tree
God damn, that’s just me, late for school, so it had to be
But you ain’t gotta worry about that, make a mixtape, watch that shit go Plat
That’s cool, guwoping, snap backs, cars, and steady shopping
Damn, I’m fiending, fiending, I’m fiending nigga
I’m fiending, like fiending, I’m fiending, fiending
Damn, I’m fiending, fiending, I’m fiending nigga
I’m fiending, like fiending, I’m fiending, fiending
Bitch, you know that I’m ready, smoke kush blunts then eat spaghetti
Beats are easy, rap is hard, so ironic I spit these bars
Huh-ho — call me the dope boy, bitchmade broke, I b talking 'bout the folks boy
Ha-ha, laughing at them like thy won a Juno, won’t touch with the keys though,
not Mars Bruno
So I stay in the cut, 4-inch banger in your guts
Can’t wait 'til I slap them butts, got fat gyals swallowing my nuts
Tanuk Tanuk turned into bang-bang, and I don’t give a fuck, I’ma do my damn
thang
I just really want a chain, I just really want a rang
Yeah yeah, smoke mad weed, got no plan, but I got that tree
God damn, that’s just me, late for school, so it had to be
But you ain’t gotta worry about that, make a mixtape, watch that shit go Plat
That’s cool, guwoping, snap backs, cars, and steady shopping