Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
And I just might get wit your daughter
Behind her back, mess up her posture
This not a teaser, its a shocker
I been kookin my Aunt betty krocker
And I aint talkin bout no krack pot
That's just gonna get your house hot
Stood on my porxh watxhed a raid
And heard bout one the other day
A man got shot in the head last week
Yea he got killed right down the street
And Tutty too, Im like RIP
Kops xhasing niggas down my street
My mama bought a house wit bulletholes round it
4 years and its still how we found it
Thats where I stay I aint tryna down it
If I had to leave then I would be drownin
Every morning, gotta make me a move
Need some money just to get me some food
Others be trying to xhill with the dudes
Im work, tatting, and I'm making them tunes
You aint even really gotta make room
Snappin their necks yea I feel like that dude
My mental, elegant, and that be the tool
Grew on my own, You kan kall me The Shroom
Yea, yea, Im hotter than lava
Don't wanna touxh me, oh, you should be kautious
Snake around me, break his neck, I aint flaugin
My appearanxe, yea, its gone make you doubt it
But my hustle make you drowzy
Forexast, droppin fuxks when its kloudy
These niggas lowsy
Im hella fresh like its downy
Im in the studio lounging
DustyPresh yea I said It stop klownin
Quiet one gotta peep my surroundings
Any one round me kan make the wrong move
Tryna slit nobody's throat, thats uncouth
So just keep your kool, unless you are a fool
You aint gotta see proof
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
I'm tryna get like you, you living major alreddy
Only thing is: you drive a chevy
I just wanna eat no more chicken spaghetti
Give me the bread, no garlic, I need local green
Man, my sauce thick it got lots of cheese
These people trippin, (they) betta not fall on me
Flow ill, make you sick like you out at sea
I'm up in the sky and I rock with the turbulence
Spit a 30 stick when my people say murder it
I don't mess with no bummy chicks
Get away with that dummy ish
I need you to get it together
Really you faker than pleather
Didn't kno I was writing a letter, Or is it a kite
Put it up in flight, said I'm out of sight
But its HD, see all of me, how kan it be
Don't mess with me, Im a mean beast Y.O.G
People kross the street peepin
You aint gotta be kreepin
Yo xhick with me no sleepin
Diggin like Im soul seakin
I dont really kno no deacons
Sending out signals like a beacons
Got a real message, no I aint preaxhin
I dont know what you where thinking
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
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Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
And I just might get wit your daughter
Behind her back, mess up her posture
This not a teaser, its a shocker
I been kookin my Aunt betty krocker
And I aint talkin bout no krack pot
That's just gonna get your house hot
Stood on my porxh watxhed a raid
And heard bout one the other day
A man got shot in the head last week
Yea he got killed right down the street
And Tutty too, Im like RIP
Kops xhasing niggas down my street
My mama bought a house wit bulletholes round it
4 years and its still how we found it
Thats where I stay I aint tryna down it
If I had to leave then I would be drownin
Every morning, gotta make me a move
Need some money just to get me some food
Others be trying to xhill with the dudes
Im work, tatting, and I'm making them tunes
You aint even really gotta make room
Snappin their necks yea I feel like that dude
My mental, elegant, and that be the tool
Grew on my own, You kan kall me The Shroom
Yea, yea, Im hotter than lava
Don't wanna touxh me, oh, you should be kautious
Snake around me, break his neck, I aint flaugin
My appearanxe, yea, its gone make you doubt it
But my hustle make you drowzy
Forexast, droppin fuxks when its kloudy
These niggas lowsy
Im hella fresh like its downy
Im in the studio lounging
DustyPresh yea I said It stop klownin
Quiet one gotta peep my surroundings
Any one round me kan make the wrong move
Tryna slit nobody's throat, thats uncouth
So just keep your kool, unless you are a fool
You aint gotta see proof
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
I'm tryna get like you, you living major alreddy
Only thing is: you drive a chevy
I just wanna eat no more chicken spaghetti
Give me the bread, no garlic, I need local green
Man, my sauce thick it got lots of cheese
These people trippin, (they) betta not fall on me
Flow ill, make you sick like you out at sea
I'm up in the sky and I rock with the turbulence
Spit a 30 stick when my people say murder it
I don't mess with no bummy chicks
Get away with that dummy ish
I need you to get it together
Really you faker than pleather
Didn't kno I was writing a letter, Or is it a kite
Put it up in flight, said I'm out of sight
But its HD, see all of me, how kan it be
Don't mess with me, Im a mean beast Y.O.G
People kross the street peepin
You aint gotta be kreepin
Yo xhick with me no sleepin
Diggin like Im soul seakin
I dont really kno no deacons
Sending out signals like a beacons
Got a real message, no I aint preaxhin
I dont know what you where thinking
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
And I just might get wit your daughter
Behind her back, mess up her posture
This not a teaser, its a shocker
I been kookin my Aunt betty krocker
And I aint talkin bout no krack pot
That's just gonna get your house hot
Stood on my porxh watxhed a raid
And heard bout one the other day
A man got shot in the head last week
Yea he got killed right down the street
And Tutty too, Im like RIP
Kops xhasing niggas down my street
My mama bought a house wit bulletholes round it
4 years and its still how we found it
Thats where I stay I aint tryna down it
If I had to leave then I would be drownin
Every morning, gotta make me a move
Need some money just to get me some food
Others be trying to xhill with the dudes
Im work, tatting, and I'm making them tunes
You aint even really gotta make room
Snappin their necks yea I feel like that dude
My mental, elegant, and that be the tool
Grew on my own, You kan kall me The Shroom
Yea, yea, Im hotter than lava
Don't wanna touxh me, oh, you should be kautious
Snake around me, break his neck, I aint flaugin
My appearanxe, yea, its gone make you doubt it
But my hustle make you drowzy
Forexast, droppin fuxks when its kloudy
These niggas lowsy
Im hella fresh like its downy
Im in the studio lounging
DustyPresh yea I said It stop klownin
Quiet one gotta peep my surroundings
Any one round me kan make the wrong move
Tryna slit nobody's throat, thats uncouth
So just keep your kool, unless you are a fool
You aint gotta see proof
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
I'm tryna get like you, you living major alreddy
Only thing is: you drive a chevy
I just wanna eat no more chicken spaghetti
Give me the bread, no garlic, I need local green
Man, my sauce thick it got lots of cheese
These people trippin, (they) betta not fall on me
Flow ill, make you sick like you out at sea
I'm up in the sky and I rock with the turbulence
Spit a 30 stick when my people say murder it
I don't mess with no bummy chicks
Get away with that dummy ish
I need you to get it together
Really you faker than pleather
Didn't kno I was writing a letter, Or is it a kite
Put it up in flight, said I'm out of sight
But its HD, see all of me, how kan it be
Don't mess with me, Im a mean beast Y.O.G
People kross the street peepin
You aint gotta be kreepin
Yo xhick with me no sleepin
Diggin like Im soul seakin
I dont really kno no deacons
Sending out signals like a beacons
Got a real message, no I aint preaxhin
I dont know what you where thinking
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Yea, Yea
Yall are my sons Im the father
I kan heal you Im the doxtor
Up in the sky helikopter
Im reddy to feast need some lobster
Writer: TUDARRIO WILLIS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave