CANASTA
We up playing canasta
Chilling with the magic caster
Hey can we play it faster
I was thinking for a second my bad lemme get back to
Back to that canasta
Ayy pass me that canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We motherfuckin' plastered
Meemaw we chilling dumb high right now
Look at our red eyes red eyes right now
They veiny they brainy don't play me gram
Am I good to drive by now
I know we chillin' the way you do
Move through
The retirement life boo boo
Two shoes no two slippers
As we shuffle up to dinner
Myrtle's bitter
She ain't win her life savings in her bank account
Saved amount
Back at bingo
Back at Ringo's
I don't think so
We beasting on a beast
Grandma got her teeth
Pops took his keys and jumped like a flea
Chillin with the boys
We gon' get destroyed
Big fat ol' fuck you to Loy
We up playing canasta
We chillin' with the magic caster
Hey can we play it faster
Ayo shout out if your back hurt
Back to that canasta
Ayy
Pass me the canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We motherfuckin' plastered
Up playing canasta
Chillin with the magic caster
Hey can we play it faster
Ayo real quick pass me another magic square
Back to that canasta
Ayy
Pass me the canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We motherfuckin' plastered
Up in the sky we seeing stars
Around the world like Santa Claus
Blunting all night shooting past Mars
Whole pound of weed stuffed in a bong
Now we moving right along
Twisted can't tell right from wrong
Poppin pills all day
Now we Marshall Mathers strong
Cooking up whipping up hell in the kitchen
Used Lysol
It is still stinkin'
All kinds of plants
Not talking Pikmin
Grandma told me "Save none for the bitches"
Shot for shot at six o'clock
Don't tell grandfather though
Matching each other like dominoes
Her monthly refills we swallow those
Prayer on god though
We are two sinners
When we cooking
It isn't dinner
Dodge the 5-0
Swerve the 12
We on the shit that makes us thinner
Gobble some O's not cereal
Making us shiver like we're in winter
She know the code
She flexing on hoes
She tryna get
Nice and limber
Grandma standing head of the ship
She go cruising 10 in the whip
Fighting at the grocery store
About to kill for organic chips
Using her pension on the lotto
But we know she'll never win
If you ever tell her though
She'll take off the belt and give you the whip
Chilling with the magic caster
Hey can we play it faster
I was thinking for a second my bad lemme get back to
Back to that canasta
Ayy pass me that canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We motherfuckin' plastered
Meemaw we chilling dumb high right now
Look at our red eyes red eyes right now
They veiny they brainy don't play me gram
Am I good to drive by now
I know we chillin' the way you do
Move through
The retirement life boo boo
Two shoes no two slippers
As we shuffle up to dinner
Myrtle's bitter
She ain't win her life savings in her bank account
Saved amount
Back at bingo
Back at Ringo's
I don't think so
We beasting on a beast
Grandma got her teeth
Pops took his keys and jumped like a flea
Chillin with the boys
We gon' get destroyed
Big fat ol' fuck you to Loy
We up playing canasta
We chillin' with the magic caster
Hey can we play it faster
Ayo shout out if your back hurt
Back to that canasta
Ayy
Pass me the canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We motherfuckin' plastered
Up playing canasta
Chillin with the magic caster
Hey can we play it faster
Ayo real quick pass me another magic square
Back to that canasta
Ayy
Pass me the canister
Dab me up yo fam we fucked
We motherfuckin' plastered
Up in the sky we seeing stars
Around the world like Santa Claus
Blunting all night shooting past Mars
Whole pound of weed stuffed in a bong
Now we moving right along
Twisted can't tell right from wrong
Poppin pills all day
Now we Marshall Mathers strong
Cooking up whipping up hell in the kitchen
Used Lysol
It is still stinkin'
All kinds of plants
Not talking Pikmin
Grandma told me "Save none for the bitches"
Shot for shot at six o'clock
Don't tell grandfather though
Matching each other like dominoes
Her monthly refills we swallow those
Prayer on god though
We are two sinners
When we cooking
It isn't dinner
Dodge the 5-0
Swerve the 12
We on the shit that makes us thinner
Gobble some O's not cereal
Making us shiver like we're in winter
She know the code
She flexing on hoes
She tryna get
Nice and limber
Grandma standing head of the ship
She go cruising 10 in the whip
Fighting at the grocery store
About to kill for organic chips
Using her pension on the lotto
But we know she'll never win
If you ever tell her though
She'll take off the belt and give you the whip
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Writer(s): Chun Lee
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