Drunk Jaws

Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh

Walking down the street and I'm finger snapping
Ladies walking all the dogs and the beat is clapping
Can we get another tune that fucking slaps already?
Get up for another day and my happy's ready, ha ha
Walking down the street and I'm finger snapping
Ladies walking all the dogs and the beat is clapping
Can we get another tune that fucking slaps already?
Get up for another day and my happy's ready, ha ha

Smoking on my ganja, I've been plotting on the low
Spliffing like the Rastas, if you wanna I can roll
Keep it lit to free your mind, don't ash it on your clothes
We been skating on these beats
Please don't compete you won't come close, sheesh
We them future legends, call the reverend save these foes
Cause we tired of these cookie cutter others, please dispose
Now we on the prowl, like the Alphas of the town
This girl called me said she's down, cause her dude act like a Hoe, damn
No time to wait around, don't hold your breath or frown
You shoulda known by now, by the way you treat her wow
She be listening to our tracks while you snacking on the couch
Now she over at my crib and you bored inside y'alls house, Damn

Walking down the street and I'm finger snapping
Ladies walking all the dogs and the beat is clapping
Can we get another tune that fucking slaps already?
Get up for another day and my happy's ready, ha ha
Walking down the street and I'm finger snapping
Ladies walking all the dogs and the beat is clapping
Can we get another tune that fucking slaps already?
Get up for another day and my happy's ready, ha ha

Take your time, This is grind when you recollect those thoughts
And all the haters step in line
You see, I'm a vision, Vin's a prophet
B.Goode gotten all the knowledge, Don't you talk about those profits?
This the way we making waves
Got them gems mixed with jaws
Horror to the core
And we off the fucking wall
But no vans I ever owned
No mini or the subtle
And you about to all rebuttal
I'll revoke your has been lames, with those fire and the flames
This is savage I can't say
T.y taking over games, Shut up all you fucking lames
You could stay up out the way
Hit that flex button right quick
Step the beat and make it sync
I'd rather listen to Rebecca Black, before I acknowledge your shit
The beat ain't clapping, message is hot garbage
No gems in the mixture, What are you lost in?
We A1 for them loudpacks
We made it on T.D.K. and rock the mic hit the pose
Let's go out, make them waves
Tell em B.Goode what we say, Gems on the World going for days, bitch

Walking down the street and I'm finger snapping
Ladies walking all the dogs and the beat is clapping
Can we get another tune that fucking slaps already?
Get up for another day and my happy's ready, ha ha
Walking down the street and I'm finger snapping
Ladies walking all the dogs and the beat is clapping
Can we get another tune that fucking slaps already?
Get up for another day and my happy's ready, ha ha



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Gildersleeve
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