Pasty Boy (feat. Ranger O'Duffy & Timmy Burner) Video (MV)

Swervin' lanes, four door, go fast
Not a beamer it's a Ford, and you're last
Selling lemonade, but you call it cash
Squeeze a lemon in your eyes and do the dash
Slippin' and slidin', so freaky, she cheeky
She shiftin' my eyes all I see her bikini
Dust in the air and she gone like Houdini
And none of you people are gonna believe me
I'm riding this beat like a surfer in motion
My flow is so smooth like a fish in the ocean
It's business to me I might catch a promotion
These bars that I'm spitting go make some commotion
Y'all know that I wear my sunscreen
And I never ever cross the home team
Hustlin' boy, blue faces, no Supreme
Countin' stacks since a youngin was the dream
I sit on my throne just steezin with my hat back
Run up with the gang and you know we got the rat pack
Rat pack, pack, got a black backpack
Drinking syrup put these waffles in the hatchback
Criss-cross, I'm about to tik-toe that
Sharp shooter huckin discs like a quarterback
Intercept your hoe in the time that I finger snap
Roll that girl up, don't you know she my crunch wrap
She my crunch wrap
Thanos with finger snap
Avengers try to hit me
But I got all six stones so I hit 'em back
(Yeah) Jon Jones make your bones crack
Throwin' elbows with the rat pack
Getting kinda hungry, gonna eat a Big Mac
Fillin' all the DMs, tryna find a quick snack
When I get the munchies I eat her like a snackpack
Turn 'em all to dust, tell Thor bring the broom back
No sunscreen all the boys got a burnt back
Hoes lookin' like ducks, they will only say quack
Shorty kinda cute, gonna stick her like a thumbtack
I'm the one in charge, run the game like a quarterback
Post-game shower, shorty sittin on my lap
Bring her to the booth and I dump on the track
Swervin' lanes, four door, go fast
Not a beamer it's a Ford, and you're last
Selling lemonade, but you call it cash
Squeeze a lemon in your eyes and do the dash
Y'all know that I wear my sunscreen
And I never ever cross the home team
Hustlin' boy, blue faces, no Supreme
Countin' stacks since a youngin was the dream
Imma eat some lunch, hash browns and some hot cakes
Ricky Bobby run it up, gonna take your mom's safe
Pedal to the metal easy money tossin blueface
Speedin' up the flow, and I never make a mistake
Thick shawty pop out freaky on the dance floor
Pickin' up the money droppin ones Imma save more
Neva slow it down, keep it real, Imma explore
Evan Duffy Lawn Care you know I'm knockin on your door
Slated to win
I got a big budget they go call me king pin
And when I go out Imma floss with the best
Drinking the kool-aid from Hanzel and Gret
And when I go ball, Imma cross ova all
Cross-bow Hawkeye wrap em up like a shall
And yeah i been sleepin but now I'm awake
Dozing till noon till I'm shook earthquake
Cookies in the oven 350 to bake
Iron chef brodie you can go evaluate
But I'm flexin
Imma teach y'all fools a lesson
Sayin this beat wack please do confession
I'm in booth, don't disturb my session
Stackin stackin up, no stop, no tetris
Tryna stack bands all the way to the heavens
And when this beats over Imma hand it to evan
Swervin' lanes, four door, go fast
Not a beamer it's a Ford, and you're last
Selling lemonade, but you call it cash
Squeeze a lemon in your eyes and do the dash
Y'all know that I wear my sunscreen
And I never ever cross the home team
Hustlin' boy, blue faces, no Supreme
Countin' stacks since a youngin was the dream