Chyup, I'm in a great mood
Cardinals just won the fucking pennant
What up World Series? What up Nigel Morgan? Fuckin' Pheasant
Shout-outs to Mac Miller and Sap
Great Collaboration dirty, I love your songs
Note this Song, is a Real Song
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Cherf!

I still fuck with papers, but I'm on my big blunt shit
Halloween coming, carve my mask out of pumpkin
N-Zone is nothing, never ever punt bitch
Donald Trump of this music, Call me Donald Trumpet

Highjack the beat from J.D upon the drumkit
And I'm flippin' pies, smokin' Blueberry Muffins
Willy Wonka outfit, you are just a runt bitch
On your Daffy Duck shit, little ugly duckling

Walk in the walk-in closet, like a Sears
Milwaukee, drop a tear, better luck next year
Watch the Cardinals take the series and my whole city cheers
Like Sam Adams and Mac Miller, but we don't drink that beer, drink that beer

Where I'm from STL, all Budweiser
Put your drinks down, put your motherfuckin' blunt higher
Use my hands , they don't make you 20 Grand, Nubgrinder
Private Jet, Cruiser, Greyhound, Bus-Rider

Put in your damn order, from the Mexican Border
Jason Statham with the coke, dog on my Transporter
Only time they shootin' at me, is with a Camcorder
And the way I change States, call me a Transformer

Young Schuyler Buff, pocket full of Hilary Duff
And you guys are stuffed animals, but I am double stuffed
Cos the way Los eats it's like he never had enough
Boy I stay up on the green, and you're always in the rough

You just suck, boy you suck like a motherfucking vacuum
Bullets are forever, you can take off a tattoo
People sayin' Los, there were shots coming at you
They say they shoot guns, when you see 'em they're a statue

Countin' all my money, writin' raps up in the classroom
That was back, when we got rolled up in the bathroom
Now we make a phone call, make a chump vamoose
Bad bitch give me Head and Shoulders, like the shampoo

While I'm free-styling, going hard up in the paint
Yes my swag will make you faint
And all our tracks are dank, Grilling steak, in Vegas states
And I know you really ain't
If I wanna lose weight, take a walk straight to the bank
Chyup!

Smoking on the Houston, higher than the astro
Got a nice cash flow, cos the way my grass grow
And I move white, call me Fidel Castro
Get pulled over, I just hide it in my Afro
Los!

Long hair, don't care, Frodo Baggins Bitch
I ain't cuttin' it till Halloween
I'm on my Super Mario Shit
I'm in a Great Mood
Card's just won the fucking pennant, 'bout to sweep the Rangers
What up Mac Miller? What up Sap?
Shout out to Rossum Records
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