Baked Fried Beans
Yeah, I-I like that part a lot (Aye, aye, yeah)
Whippin' in the kitchen, I ain't even do the dishes (Ha, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Haha (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, yeah, yeah
Fuck Travis Barker
Way, on the way
Fuck this place, you should wanna be okay, aye
Sorry for the wait
You get hurt too, so you better be afraid, yeah
They say I'm to a fault, go too loud for you
Hit your bitch, so she's givin', let me go, too
Take a hoe to Whole Foods, she wanna eat healthy
Fuck that shit, put my dick in her belly
Yeah, play your hoe just like Atari (Play like Atari)
My nigga, we run up them bands, jumpin' (We do it, yeah)
I feel like a God, I'm not sorry (Bitch, I'm not sorry)
I see that you niggas is hardly workin' (You ain't workin')
Talking shit, but bitch I'm burnin' (Yeah)
I'm in it now I'ma fuck it up for certain (Yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
She coming for cash, she coming for gas, she coming for cash
Yeah, yeah
K, I don't care, I just wanna smash, I do it for days
Yeah, yeah
I'm goin' mad, I feel like I'm radical, I'm gonna spaz
Yeah
Count up a stack, you can't even grab, fuck up a sack
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, it's too hot in here (Huh)
Nigga, take your clothes off (Ooh)
We 'bout to fuckin' mosh pit, bitch (Damn)
Take your shirts off, titties poppin' bitch, I don't give a fuck
Pill popping, cocaine snorting, get that shit wild, bitch
Gang, gang, gang, gang! (Do it, do it)
Way, on the way
Fuck this place, you should wanna be okay, aye
Sorry for the wait
You get hurt too, so you better be afraid, yeah
They say I'm to a fault, go too loud for you
Hit your bitch, so she's givin', let me go, too
Take that hoe to Whole Foods, she wanna eat healthy
Fuck that shit, put my dick in her belly
Way, on the way
Fuck this place, you should wanna be okay, aye
Sorry for the wait
You get hurt too, so you better be afraid, yeah
They say I'm to a fault, go too loud for you
Hit your bitch, so she's givin', let me go, too
Take that hoe to Whole Foods, she wanna eat healthy
Fuck that shit, put my dick in her belly
Yay, yay, yay, yay
Right, right, fuck
Right, right, right, yeah
Yay, yay, yay, fuck you
Whippin' in the kitchen, I ain't even do the dishes (Ha, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Haha (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, yeah, yeah
Fuck Travis Barker
Way, on the way
Fuck this place, you should wanna be okay, aye
Sorry for the wait
You get hurt too, so you better be afraid, yeah
They say I'm to a fault, go too loud for you
Hit your bitch, so she's givin', let me go, too
Take a hoe to Whole Foods, she wanna eat healthy
Fuck that shit, put my dick in her belly
Yeah, play your hoe just like Atari (Play like Atari)
My nigga, we run up them bands, jumpin' (We do it, yeah)
I feel like a God, I'm not sorry (Bitch, I'm not sorry)
I see that you niggas is hardly workin' (You ain't workin')
Talking shit, but bitch I'm burnin' (Yeah)
I'm in it now I'ma fuck it up for certain (Yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
She coming for cash, she coming for gas, she coming for cash
Yeah, yeah
K, I don't care, I just wanna smash, I do it for days
Yeah, yeah
I'm goin' mad, I feel like I'm radical, I'm gonna spaz
Yeah
Count up a stack, you can't even grab, fuck up a sack
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, it's too hot in here (Huh)
Nigga, take your clothes off (Ooh)
We 'bout to fuckin' mosh pit, bitch (Damn)
Take your shirts off, titties poppin' bitch, I don't give a fuck
Pill popping, cocaine snorting, get that shit wild, bitch
Gang, gang, gang, gang! (Do it, do it)
Way, on the way
Fuck this place, you should wanna be okay, aye
Sorry for the wait
You get hurt too, so you better be afraid, yeah
They say I'm to a fault, go too loud for you
Hit your bitch, so she's givin', let me go, too
Take that hoe to Whole Foods, she wanna eat healthy
Fuck that shit, put my dick in her belly
Way, on the way
Fuck this place, you should wanna be okay, aye
Sorry for the wait
You get hurt too, so you better be afraid, yeah
They say I'm to a fault, go too loud for you
Hit your bitch, so she's givin', let me go, too
Take that hoe to Whole Foods, she wanna eat healthy
Fuck that shit, put my dick in her belly
Yay, yay, yay, yay
Right, right, fuck
Right, right, right, yeah
Yay, yay, yay, fuck you
Credits
Writer(s): Travis L Barker, Malachi-phree Jasiah Pate
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