Farmer Guys (feat. Jay Rich & Chico)

**** just opened my eyes

Bro keep calling my line

And crop these bushes

Now they call us the farmer guys

A **** just opened my eyes (Open)

Bro keep calling my line

Said let's make these boxes

And take a trip to the country side (Crop crop)

And crop these bushes

Now they call us the farmer guys

We ain't telling no lies

Not like them other guys

Trust me

Hand on my heart I don't tell no fibs or tales

Ay broski swing me the yales

Brudda it's a pick and mix so pattern up well

Ay broski we can't get nicked for this shit

We can't

We really risk it all for a couple of quids

If they knew what we did you'd be feeling sick

Call me El Chapo

Weed in the front use the back door

Neighbours said it smell funky

Bare bush in the house like jumanji

Climb up tree like monkey

We don't impress no girl with money (Nope)

Dummy

Had a spot in Bromley

Gon tell Tom Dick and Harry

But Harry end up tell Trini (Snitch snitch)

And Trini hit the spot fuck Billy

So I move to the spot

Chop chop chop and fill up the truck

Straight to the cunch spot

Say we making the gwop

Ha

Yeah

The Vietnamese just landed

My bro get ready it's a mazzaleen

Hundred of plants on the scene

I fling around the bedsheets like the baddest b

Leaving the scene

Catch me outside

Grab the bin liner you can call me Santa

Any drop I get on these planters

It's chop chop chop I see nothing but prof

Trap boy I do it right

When I find the spot I hit it right

On my life I'm not like them guys

I do her nice she loves my size

My skilly should've been a villain

The way he fell in love with all these crimes

Cali on deck let me save the night

I'm living life

Farming pays designer on my feet no j's

So much plants in my way

Spots all day

Place just look like a maze

Yeah boy I smoke all day

Life is a constant gaze

We don't plant no haze

Straight high grade

Place so stink might think I ain't bathe

Fuck cops fuck raids

Imma young **** tryna get paid

Tell a fuck pig stay out my way

Free up M.A. in the penitentiary (Fuck them pigs)

For the system my enemy

We don't like them we don't like them

They my enemy (They my enemy)

Let me plant my weed

Farmer boy let me plant my weed

A **** just opened my eyes (Open)

Bro keep calling my line

Said let's make these boxes

And take a trip to the country side (Crop crop)

And crop these bushes

Now they call us the farmer guys

We ain't telling no lies

Not like them other guys

**** just opened my eyes

Bro keep calling my line

Said let's make these boxes

And take a trip to the country side

And crop these bushes

Now they call us the farmer guys

We ain't telling no lies

Not like them other guys