BOILED PEANUTS
You want some boiled peanuts?
The fuck is a boiled peanut?
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha
2910 East Genesee Street
Where niggas mix weed with they nicotine treats
I wish I had a soda and a dime piece, bitch
So I could just kick back and sip my lime in peace
Easy, breezy, beautiful, erratic
Scatter-minded, manic, borderline addict
I try to take the sober route and end up on a dead end
Now everything I joke about just ends up on a Reddit
Gator skin coat, Florida heat no joke
Feel like the Tiger King, these bitches want mo' Joe
Leo, the sun sign, I'm sippin' a Cosmo
Make money like pronto, and Gucci my poncho
Ain't no rain or paint on me
Niggas wettin' up the block, but ain't a stain on me
Label always up my ass like anal beads
Why can't all these label niggas just let me be?
Let me breathe, niggas want me R.I.P.
I been resting with my piece and that's the irony
I'm a dying sunflower leaving a trail of seeds
In the 8-1-3, this my legacy
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha (Houston)
The fuck is a boiled peanut?
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha
2910 East Genesee Street
Where niggas mix weed with they nicotine treats
I wish I had a soda and a dime piece, bitch
So I could just kick back and sip my lime in peace
Easy, breezy, beautiful, erratic
Scatter-minded, manic, borderline addict
I try to take the sober route and end up on a dead end
Now everything I joke about just ends up on a Reddit
Gator skin coat, Florida heat no joke
Feel like the Tiger King, these bitches want mo' Joe
Leo, the sun sign, I'm sippin' a Cosmo
Make money like pronto, and Gucci my poncho
Ain't no rain or paint on me
Niggas wettin' up the block, but ain't a stain on me
Label always up my ass like anal beads
Why can't all these label niggas just let me be?
Let me breathe, niggas want me R.I.P.
I been resting with my piece and that's the irony
I'm a dying sunflower leaving a trail of seeds
In the 8-1-3, this my legacy
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha
It's a sunny day
The gang's all here
No chip on my shoulder
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha (Houston)
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas R. Brenneck, Michael Joseph Deller, Jared M. Tankel, Andrew Greene, Armen Zabounian, Jaylah Ji Mya Hickmon, John Carbonella
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