Lyrics

(Josh on da ad-libs, George W Bush doesn't care about black people) Landed on this beat Like a bird in a tree I just text this little shawty Now she sending me some feet (DAMN *sniff* AUHGHHGHG) This beat so fire and I got good flow yo No need for other rappers I got this solo I like romantic poems And the birds and the bees My homies all relaxing And puffing on some weed (YOUNG MONEY CLAN) My rolly cut scene since 2016 Look at this ice its like a beam (fart) Man Omg this soup making me farty California know how to party I just showed up in a Ferrari With a snail called Gary (meow) Walking in the club you know I say packing Even in my underwear while I start rapping (*gunshot*) She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son (HEE HEE) Located thy opps and make haste on the run I get waisted on some rum This whole rap game ain't no fun Got the bitches and the P's You could say I'm pretty done Hit a baseball , got a homerun Got some head from a nun She said I finish quickly so I pull out my gun ( bang ) I'm loving life Went to pick some flowers Headed home for a nice shower This song about to end Gonna go home to my bog See you later stupid bitch