Bangz Production

Man, these phony-ass so-called weed, men, dope dealers

They do you good the first, second

Time, third, fourth time, they ain't even got none, man, what the hell

What the fuck they on

They pissing me off, man

Know y'all feeling on this one

Call them up

Sometimes you go to they door, they tell you to come through, you knock on it, they don't even answer

You call them, they act like, I don't hear they phone ringing in there

What the fuck, man

Chunk the deuce, I don't fuck with you

Don't even come around

Seen the hate in yo eyes when you asked me to come down

Is that a shake with that fry boo, turn that ass around

Round, round, bounce that ass around

Chunk the deuce, I don't fuck with you

Don't even come around

Seen the hate in yo eyes when you asked me to come down

Is that a shake with that fry boo, turn that ass around

Round, round, bounce that ass around

Here we go, here we go, let me know from the door chief in smoke

Man, let me hit that hoe

These rappers don't rap like this, no mo

Claiming you real but you a fake ho

Don't deal with no liars or stank hoes

Bout to go ape like James Franco

You know who the hardest just say Cfour

Let me crank up the game some more

Rappers got me laughing like Sommore

I'm a workaholic, sometimes alcoholic

Tryna get Trump impeached from office

Please don't gossip, flow sick, it stay queasy, nauseous

Fuck up yo whole team wit one hit

Shit put up yo bread and let's spit

Cause when I'm done you gon' quit

Pimp the hardest with the shades

These swisha sweet **** sweet as lemonade

I see the hate, why you lurking

I hope, I hope, I hope yo life worth it

Chunk the deuce, I don't fuck with you

Don't even come around

Seen the hate in yo eyes when you asked me to come down

Is that a shake with that fry boo, turn that ass around

Round, round, bounce that ass around

Chunk the deuce, I don't fuck with you

Don't even come around

Seen the hate in yo eyes when you asked me to come down

Is that a shake with that fry boo, turn that ass around

Round, round, bounce that ass around

Chunk the deuce I don't hang with you but I used to

Claiming you hardest even got a gun but you don't shoot

How can I dap or salute you

When you sweet as fruit loops

And what you say is whack as hell and funnier than Bruce Bruce

Bitch, I'll knock yo tooth loose

Come here and try me

Don't even come around me

You ain't down G

Where was you when I was reein up and them boys surround me

Get the fuck from around me

I even went out of town G

You was sleeping on me

Remember all the days you was eating on me

Yeah this for them fuck ****

Claiming that they down with you

But they don't fuck with you

Staying home playing games

So call dope dealers

And smoking half of what they sell

****, I can't tell you

You Fake as hell