Absolutely - Sam Lachow, Ryan Campbell, B Skeez

Don’t hurry, fuck it, fuck it, hurry

Cut it, gut it, stuff it (turkey, turkey, turkeee)

I wrote this verse on no sleep surrounded by xan heads some groupies and coke

fiends

Cause

I like to rap a lot, it’s more funner, my grammar’s off, there’s yayo on the

table turn those cameras off (sniff)

Sam went soft?

Fuck that, my fans are awesome, I smoke flower, I don’t dab as

often

But

I don’t ever say no baby, not a lot’s changed ever since the Shankbone days,

and they loving the boys (ruff ruff)

Jeez baby we been given treats to Santino man he’s such a good boy

I’m coughing I’m wheezing, sneezing I’m soft off in the van sleeping

I leave em be and knock around the washing machine

I’m mad sleazy, but that’s me ask B Skeez we been stacking the cheese since

last season

Women, beer, with liquor to cheer

Sip syrup

Square bitches fucking criminals here

I swear, I care about my people, we’re all equal

Huckleberry making us proud, the marijuana legal

Keep it real, my kicks are clean, I’m one hundred yeah one double crispy cream

I move quietly, I’m Mr. Bean

There’s new kids on the block lady knock knock trick or treat

(whoo)

You still got plugs, you still sell drugs, you still like to party,

you still get fucked up, and I tell em like

A-a-a-absolutely, a-a-a-absolutely

You still got plugs, you still drugs, you still like to party, you still get

fucked up, and I tell em like

Itty bitty nickel bags, started selling drugs

Garfield hallways, got them yelling for the plug

But the little man’s on so I never caught a buzz

But we burn like peroxide sitting in the cut

I’ve been the butt of the joke, middle school backpack and the coat,

the baggy jeans, low hat and the smoke

And look at little man Sam he kill the cam, blast him, bump loud,

we stunting proud the runts of the town

Blunts go around, blunts-blunts go around, and I bust a couple bands off the

xans in the crowd

I’m just trying say hello if your man not around, but I gotta say goodbye when

the high coming down

Bussing bussing bussing down a pack?

Not when I come around.

Put the pounds in

the Uber let em drive it around

Underground to an industry, Thanks Obama!

Six figures later how you like me

mama?

I’m stoned eating Sasoum’s, there’s a fight in the girls' bathroom

I’m missing the fun, been in the man’s room whiffen the bum, yum

Yo let’s get to the function

Look I hit the party tardy, quarter pound sacked up

Sammy got another jug for the qwap bagged up

Getting your training wheels off if you wanna match us

Still a half of a pound half wrapped back up

I’m nice as fuck, talk about a problem nip it right in the bud

And ladies dig it I’m enticing as fuck

The psychedelics are popping, but only twice in the month

I stay away from confrontation, but fighting is fun

Trying know what’s happening with Sam?

Who cares shows over now I’m dabbing with fans

Now I’m too high got get it to the telly

As long as she got ass, I don’t care if she got belly

You still got plugs, you still sell drugs, you still like to party,

you still get fucked up, and I tell em like

A-a-a-absolutely, a-a-a-absolutely

You still got plugs, you still drugs, you still like to party, you still get

fucked up, and I tell em like

I’m stoned eating Sasoum’s, there’s a fight in the girls' bathroom