Yard Sale - Abhi The Nomad, Copper King, Foster Cazz

If I had a penny

For every change that id fake

I’d trade it for twenty

Of your thoughts

If you’d give me any

Of the pain that you make

I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk

Smoking cigarettes, so fuck with me, buck fifty for that shit

Shorts, jackets, hats and tennis racquets to practice

Old vinyl records, a couple poleys to fish with

And over there, we’ve got some shit ya kids get

Moms are bending over, reach for clearance, get too close, and I will smack that

Ya closer to getting half off, pack it then you’ll get half that

The underground menu is more than what you can bargain

The shit that we have sellin is doper than that of target

Bitch, it is cash only, no checks allowed

Check it out

Slap you in the face my dick, really do check it

Ok, I’m going to far, so please just buy something, times coming to close up,

uh ya dig

Ok, the reapers coming to close it, so get your purchases and get the fuck out

Holy shit grenade, get the fuck down

I’m dipping out of here, but first I need to grab my hard ale

Garage turned to yard sale

If I had a penny

For every change that id fake

I’d trade it for twenty

Of your thoughts

If you’d give me any

Of the pain that you make

I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk

It’s all sales final

If you don’t like the sound

(Get the fuck out)

Still cruising in that old Toyota bumping Aesop

Arrogant as shit

It’s all sales final

If you don’t like the price

(Get the fuck out)

Cracking open up that peach Arizona with the cool ranch Doritos I’m the shit

Well shit son I be swanging in this bitch like orangutans, kicking it in my

white vans

Banging like some pedophiles in white vans

22 beers and I still ain’t feeling buzzed tho

Diving in that pussy then I’m swimming in that butthole

Yuck, what a cutthroat

One half of the legendary el cap

Creep into your dorm room when you’re sleeping

Do you smell that?

Farted on your face and gave you pink eye

Brown in the summer and surrounded by some pink guys

If I had a penny

For every change that id fake

I’d trade it for twenty

Of your thoughts

If you’d give me any

Of the pain that you make

I’d steal the shoes of your feet and walk