Where your dad at
Smoking Boofpack
He a dead man
RIP your dad but imma piss on his f*cking grave
Smoking hella packs like your dad put him in a vase
When I scammed that boy man I made him have a bad day
Seven.sixty-twos hit your face out in broad day
Walk up to his grave spray his face make his body shake
You Ain't get to bury him they put him in that ashtray
F*ck your whole gang man we always screaming BrandonK
Double cup of wok I been sipping hella f*cking drank
How you twenty-one with no money and no job and no house swear your dad raised a Bitch you is phony you is bogus
You was scared to slide this side when I dropped the addy
Can you please slide this side
Trigger finger itching
Packing up a blunt I won't stop til my finger twitch
I been smoking runts, hella opps, I been hella geeky
Magazine with hollow points hit his head we dropped a gify
ARP with green tips hit his neck it left a hickey
Glock twenty-three with a switch, make him the griddy
Choppa hit his face
Blat Blat
Make him dizzy
I could drop a bag on his head, imma drop a fifty
I can't stop the Percocet, I swear to god I love the thirty
RIP your dad he laying in the grave
What a pity
I don't like to diss the dead
I only did this cause you dissed me