lyrics
CPK top flight, and your crew is diarrhea
friday night, feeling right, i'm about to drink sangria
five o clock, i'm so hype, i just might go smoke my weed up
and it's master's weekend so you know i'm getting teed up
oh shit, master the party, compound kid get smashed at the party
come see me after the party, girl, i just brought math to the party
bourbon street, new orleans,
seven under each arm, that's fourteen.
two minute warning with a two score lead.
fuck drew brees, who's on your team?
brand new whip, 2015, and i chop blades, so fresh so clean
i ain't never drank promethazine, but i smoked dank since i was 15
i don't give a shit about no rhyme scheme,
hip hop heads gonna hate me dude
i don't give a fuck, they can suck my peen
if they wanna do that they gotta pay me too,
pause. no homo bitch, read the clause
i don't trust hoes no santa clause
non stop flows no beavers damming up the fucking river.
that's gross, disgusting but i kick rhymes and stay busting
off the tip of my head, the tip of my tongue,
now tell me, ain't that something?
i'm sippin gin and juice, yo that tanqueray straight had me
byron got five on it [1], somebody brought chips and juice for snacking
now she's acting naughty, wanna snoop that kane like patty
i'm stunting like obama, weed smoke pouring out my caddy.
STUNT.
Bourbon Street, New Orleans
That's how we're living baby
Bourbon Street, New Orleans
East side scream: fuck you, pay me.
credits
from
Fun In The Sun,
released August 25, 2015
Beat produced by Carlos Broady (Yo Gotti- "Gangsta Party")
[1] Luniz-"I Got 5 On It"
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