Ruff N Rowdy

Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah Yo yo yo Fuck it I don't know man Rough and rowdy Stoned off a couple of Swishers of the wedding crasher Just the shake though Stay awake bro It's a lot of bars in this one If you care to hear it anyway, man Hella handsome, semi-retired, televangelist, doggy Call me beck hansen with the mmm bop Doggy I'm bob dylan zimmerman Kill george zimmerman, man Allah willin the god chillin The eye peeling, nonstop killer for real though The kid kick raw feeling Huh Top billing --- I'm kidding I ain't even rock shows no more I drop tapes that I makе at the homies crib But you know I for surely kick raw rеgardless The artless artist flawed god bod Buck the whole conga, dog With a sawed off America's an illegitimate state whose time is up And I really fucking mean that shit, man I ain't just rhyming stuff Kill the heads of the state, dog Line em up, they all complicit Let anybody know you mean business Fuck these crackers, man They hate anybody black cause they jealous They don't wanna see you get the lettuce Fellas hold down your ladies Ladies hold down your fellas On god though We're trying to the flip The whole fuckin salad bowl Over all together now Let's get it together What I got to do? Whatever, whatever, I'm ready to get it What the fuck [6x] Am I right, man? Shit man? God damn, man? What the fuck, am I right? shit We know the game is a cursed one With rappers I'm the best Plus the fucking worst one For sure, son I think I might have said All of this shit In fifty thousand other rap songs I made Go listen to that Huh Yo I stupid kick it for the poetical sake of a name Most of y'all don't even know what to make of a name Mayne, that's cool, whatever, man, y'all I tattoo too. you want rolling stone fuckin Logo on your neck like lil b I got you bruh I do that too, man. but not well Whatever. call me fuckin norman I rock well Whatever. catch me slingin fuckin pot on shotwell Hah. pro-tip if you get snatched by the cops do not tell That's word to pac-iavell- Anyway, anything. anything What's that line, that y'all like? Huh. that one, you know the one I said it already Like not too long ago I'm at the combination pizza hut and taco bell, right? Shout to shamayel [?] I'm the dumbest man standing You can't stand me But still though Please note that I do Do the damn damn thing Do do. whatever, mayne Whatever, mayne. fuck it Ah ha. I'm crazy Ay what's up baby I love you girl Huh Ha You know I give you fuckin what you NEED, baby, right? The world stay stressing me out that's why I smoke fuckin WEED, baby True INDEED, baby So what you NEED, baby? You go two, no three? crazy I hella dig it when you kick it next to ME, baby True INDEED, baby And you don't stop And you don't stop Huh Come my lady Come come my lady Be my butterfly Ahaha Azucar, maybe Shit I go so maney For sure ho, pay me Your bro bro zany The flow so motherfuckin puro Puro no cut Like the fuckin pro-cocaine be I'm too raw Ha ha You ought to fuckin soap me up with some saline Huh. what? Whoady I be sailing Slide to the casino, amigo See me whaling Send it Saving the post office Mail it Feel it, mayne? Feel it from the low chakra plane, mayne Dang, baby...