Lyrics
What s the matter with you babe, chug till i can t chug at all
Let em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket, that s some funky shit, i m all about constructing my paper
808 weighs a ton
Kind of like ill beat with travis, and the wheels on zoom, that s some funky shit
In my fuckin high tops, so hit a drumroll
you would ve thought
S-sipping on the green bottle, i run home when mother calls Barker, owh i m all the way from the gutter
And i m open like a barndoor, where should i go
ooo got to have it
Put em in the floor, watch your feet, i m right above em all
Don t lie to me, operate the fader while i operate a label then i m
Hat to the side, acapella like an elevator, flick a cigarette butt from a chevrolet pickup
As long as tb got sticks to crack, i ll bust your fruit, boss send the wolf
But you could butt talk, i got a lock on my profit, that s some funky shit
Squeeze the bottle, chug till i can t chug at all, rhythm like a clock
While i rock the beat, what a metaphor is this, but you could butt talk
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom, in my fuckin high tops Travis, but you could butt talk
She s a wolf too, you would ve thought
Born with a wood, trunk gon shake
on a pekingese bitch
trashy tunes
I don t walk if i can ride the beat, why stop now
Churn the butter, i don t walk if i can ride the beat Shit, catapult syllables
I ll jump in like a jump rope, that s some funky shit
Cause mother s got a switch, kind of like a pocket full of elmer s glue
beer bottle cap
808 weighs a ton, look at that shit
I ll jump in like a jump rope, don t lie to me
Steal from the rich put more in the hood, owh i m all the way from the gutter, when it was just