B.O.L.Y (feat. BigBo$$Br!!, LarryDaLobster & Old$kippy)

Yo, I present to you, the one, the only, B.O.L.Y Wait.. what does B.O.L.Y mean again? Yo yo, let me educate you real quick. B.O.L.Y stands for BigBo$$Br!!, that's me Stands for Old Skippy, "O" We got LarryDaLobster on the track And we got Young... $kippy Yo it's me Young$kippy, one battle at a time, fighting bestiality Went to Chiraq, looked for humanity, found calamity Came back, say "what's up" to the manatees I hopped on the track like I never left Left for dead, bloodshed Off the dome like we in the sunset Young$kippy ain't playin with them inbreds Like a seminara, rapping with a Torah, like a Kosher Cookie-monster I'm a chick with da fillet Rapping with BigBo$$Br!! everyday She a woman that's okay We progressive here Aint that queer Fishing on a pier No beer, no weed, no keesh, just some squatters on the lease We vegan now, but we stay on the beef like a cow Gotta give a shout-out to GaryTrip, hope you make it out Wrongfully convicted in the right way I'm a Mexican when it comes to my essays I just completed the American dream, sold my first pound of crack to feens Guess the dream ain't as clean as it seems Bong hit me back Shout out Max, he the man cause he pack He stay strapped like a dyke in the trap Pause... no homo Last name Patrick, I'm a star and I'm shooting I'll take your wishes, You can wife me, but I ain't doing no dishes Woahhh, that was good man, that was verse of the like century Yo, you know what would be crazier? If we got LarryDaLobster on the track Larry The who? Yo Larry, hop in the stu (Lobster noises) Crazy crustacean, I'm a feen, and hit my latest fixation Got game like PlayStation Ask around, I'm the best in the nation Can't lie, only gaslighting, I do is arson Burning gas, smoking fast like 11 in the PM Shout out Skippy, you know all these bitches wanna DM Skippy's smells like peanut butter Can't step to the Maximilian, he a god behind the putter Go crazy on the mic, you can never catch me stutter Bro, call me mommy, but I never raise a bitch bro In the studio, cooking like it's Crisco Ay, ay, ay, ay, we gotta cut all that for a sec We done make room on the track for my homie, Skippy Ay, what's up Nah, nigga, not you.. I mean the talented Skippy wha- Yo, yo, yo, yo, Skippy, hop on the track, show these motherfuckers your record labels (Dog noises) Nah, F that Who just let a dog on the track I gotta question that I also gotta question why the answers of the questions are so trash And while we're on that, let me ask, what the F are these raps? Hear me out The features sound like a bad bar joke No moral to the story, you know that's my motto Hater to my pets, cause I'm on autopilot License to kill, so TREK know I got it Shade from the sun, so you know I don't block it I'll take it personally, but I'll never stop it I endure I donate to the poor I keep it all, cause I love crack I sell bats I go through the portal but let's keep that in wraps I get to go to ScrewTown but let's forget about that Whoaaa I gotta get it done by the 1st, that's a fact What's gonna happen I don't know Listen to this album, that's a no I'm just talking now Ranting off this track like I'm f-wording doing now