Rowdy Friends

You don't want problems with these rowdy folks that I'm friends with

You don't want problems with these rowdy folks that I'm friends with

Jack's back and he's turnt to the max

And a Dunbar beat get it burnt cause it slaps

We back to fuck shit up with bass for your pickup

Smell the alcohol and the pall mall's lit up

So get up I got the brahma bull with me

Cause rappers suck so much they probably leave hickeys

We quickly straighten this out we here to fix shit

The ammo is loaded we scoping we here to spit clips

Spit shit so sick that it's disgusting

Don't hand me the mic first cause you won't want to touch it

I'm busting like the rents do cause bitch it is

I ain't cussing y'all for nothing I'm cussing to feed kids

Feel this, like you blind as hell

Am I the best of my section only time will tell

I'ma give it hell like it's my last chance to

Turn the shit up your ol lady wanna dance too

So pop that top and buy them shots that's too expensive

Tonight we drink until we wake up and forget it

Don't touch my bottle that I'm holding getting bent with

You don't want problems with these rowdy folks that I'm friends with

Brahma Bull John Cena can't see him

Old man river got your momma in my DM

Jack Gaspard Dunbar beat

I got her laying on her back I call it Lumbar three

Fight me, nah the fake get faker

Fist like bales bitch I throw haymakers

Bouncing like the shocks just blew out

Alpines pounding glass just flew out

Momma told me not to do em so wrong

You too progressive when you rap boy your flow gone

Gotta kick me off the court to get your ball back

Or draw a line in the dirt and get your jaw cracked

Y'all been biting my style steady munch mine

So I hit you in the mouth and leave a cold ass punchline

I ain't hear a peep not a squeak or a light noise

Bitch you got bodied by an old ass white boy

So pop that top and buy them shots that's too expensive

Tonight we drink until we wake up and forget it

Don't touch my bottle that I'm holding getting bent with

You don't want problems with these rowdy folks that I'm friends with

This the type of shit that make you not be scared

To throw a right hook at the biggest guy there

And start a bunch of shit and be pissed for no reason

And wake up with a migraine hung over and bleeding

Needing somebody to tell you what happened

Cause it's puzzling you woke up cuddling a fifth of Jack and

Don't know how you got back into the bed that you in

And you swearing to God you'll never drink again

Saddle up rawhide kiss my whole ass

Freight train blow thick smoke when I roll past

Clean cut dope when I spit bitch you know that

Choke you with a seat belt smack you with a low jack

Yeah that old man spitting

I ain't gotta speak but them lames still listening

Why? Cause I got bars like a jail do

Teaching this class and I'm probably gonna fail you

So pop that top and buy them shots that's too expensive

Tonight we drink until we wake up and forget it

Don't touch my bottle that I'm holding getting bent with

You don't want problems with these rowdy folks that I'm friends with bitch