[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Handzum Boys
Baker Boyz
Light the bleezy on up
Rap Game hard but the pimpin’ easy as fuck
Buck, Buck
Who got the keys to the truck
Who got the turkey bags fulla weed easily stuffed
Up in a Kenneth Cole duffel bag stinking it up
Got psilocybin in my tea for when I need to get up
Never slacking on my macking see I keep the shit up
I remain handsome even after all the worms eat me up
Got lean in the cup
Morphine in the cup
Drinking black and purples till I stop breathing and such
Peep the mannerisms in the way I creep out the cut
With Eddy fucking Baker bitch
With the weed in the blunt
Got trees in the forest and more trees in the house
I’ll baptize you if you wanna know what that ether about
Handzum boy til’ I die
No reason to ask me why
I get so high I can look down and see into my own mind
So I’m outta my mind
Quarter pound of the kind
I keep my ducks in a row
And my white owls in a line
[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
And I keep grams in the freezer
Yellow xans look like Lisa
Catch me counting my money
While I’m smoking my reefer
Linked up with Dylan
For a couple a licks
We did it all for the kicks
We never giving a shit
I’m driving fast in the whip
Just know I’m bumping my hits
Flexing hard on yo chick
God Damn I’m the shit
Flush me in the toilet
They say in criminal minded
cause I’m illegally grinding
Plus I kick it with crooks
And most my n***as is violent
I spit that dope you can try me
Got the drugs you can buy it
Bad bitch on my dick
And she say she can ride it
Buncha drugs in the car
Keep a weapon when driving
If you try to rob
Then you won’t be surviving
Red eyes look like Robin
With my n***as we mobbin
Militant like a squadron
So you don’t want no problems
My wifey cooking up tacos
I’m on the phone with Pablo
He sending packs in tomorrow
Yeah