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Boof Bandits (feat. Worstluck Jones)
by Yung Beans
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Me and Kenny boy, yeah we bout to smoke a bowl
Think you smokin' with us? Then you better pay the toll
Kush got me feelin' ancient, bout a hundred years old
Shouts out to my grandpa and God rest his soul
Flippin' switches, hittin' bitches, but I ain't no white trash
Too fucked up in the club when I grab a bitch's ass
Addin' up all these digits, cause it's time to do the math
Spend a dime on a dub, gotta make this shit last
Now I'm rollin' out my carpet for my BET award
Not black, but I'm back like a reoccurring storm
Got a lot of fans adore me, what I do is not the norm
Finish up my last album, got a million fuckin' more
Kenny boy, droppin' stacks, Kenny boy, got the racks
I be boomin' in the booth, you can't hear it from your roof
Bout to get her right back, go and make it clap
Goin' crazy, mad attack, I ain't no lame, I'm just stating facts, ayy
Got a little bit of swag on it
You know I'ma go ham on it Got some heat just wait on it
Got a good beat, I'll spaz on it, she a good girl, I'll wait on it
I'm a Jedi master, when the racks comin', plug when the packs comin'
Once I go, I'm not comin', my sword, make you flip like a pancake
Flap jack, got Beans passed out on the snack jar
Goin' ham on the pack bar, Allah akbar, ayy, track star
Me and Kenny boy, yeah we bout to smoke a bowl
Think you smokin' with us? Then you better pay the toll
Kush got me feelin' ancient, bout a hundred years old
Shouts out to my grandpa and God rest his soul
Flippin' switches, hittin' bitches, but I ain't no white trash
Too fucked up in the club when I grab a bitch's ass
Addin' up all these digits, cause it's time to do the math
Spend a dime on a dub, gotta make this shit last
Now I'm rollin' out my carpet for my BET award
Not black, but I'm back like a reoccurring storm
Got a lot of fans adore me, what I do is not the norm
Finish up my last album, got a million fuckin' more
Kenny boy, droppin' stacks, Kenny boy, got the racks
I be boomin' in the booth, you can't hear it from your roof
Bout to get her right back, go and make it clap
Goin' crazy, mad attack, I ain't no lame, I'm just stating facts, ayy
Got a little bit of swag on it
You know I'ma go ham on it Got some heat just wait on it
Got a good beat, I'll spaz on it, she a good girl, I'll wait on it
I'm a Jedi master, when the racks comin', plug when the packs comin'
Once I go, I'm not comin', my sword, make you flip like a pancake
Flap jack, got Beans passed out on the snack jar
Goin' ham on the pack bar, Allah akbar, ayy, track star
