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[Chorus: Glenn]
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what, what)
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what, what!)
[Verse 1: Glenn]
My uncle Bobby think I play the bass guitar (yuh!)
I done slipped him in the eyes and I say Quavo (Quavo!)
2020, buy a gun I’m usin’ payphones (plk, plk)
Pray for me, never go outside, I’m ‘bout to stay home (stay home!)
I’m nuttin’ off on my pet snake in my Lay-Z-Boy
Molly on my coffee table, all I hear is white noise (white noise!)
I throw myself up out a moving car (skrrt, skrrt)
I ain’t slept in a week ([?]), might scar up your face
With a bowl of bacon grease (grease!), AK, laser bеams (beams)
I ain’t slept in a week, might scar up your face
With a bowl of bacon grеase ([?]), laser beams
I ain’t slept in a week, we’ll bring it back like
[Chorus: Glenn]
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover, pussy (rover!)
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what, what!)
[Verse 2 - UGLYFRANK]
Cocoa butter, [?]
Wimbledon on my innocence
Hell [?] all over me
Blowin’ part of my nemesis [?]
NASCAR, get in the cars [?]
Foreign citizen shit [?]
Pull up on that dealer shit, stunt on the boss
Stuffin’ that Marlsburg, pumpin’ in front of Tiffany broad (ah!)
You just lost your only bitch, homeboy (hahahaha)
Get a brick from the sauce
I’m sauced up, bustin’ kids on your court
Prematurely, feelin’ zero remorse
Morse code on the forty, boulders I copped and knocked the dirt off my shoulders
I pushed the product through a thirty-day notice, work hopeless (no!)
I’m hopin’ niggas come for me, huffin’, huntin’ the roaches (brr, puh!)
I need a bitch that I can get money with, or elope with (ay)
The [?] red door stackin’ tall and lanky (woo, woo!)
Huckleberry, model bitch upon a Macintosh (woo, woo!)
Promise you I’m not about to pitch it if the pact is off
Coked up, crawlin’ in my feelings, my bad, dog (my bad)
Anthrax, devilish bitches sittin’ on Fairfax
Travellin’ for digits with chicken stuffed in they Tampax (ah!)
Passed-down gang to generations, I manned that
Bang ‘em on they heads, so all my niggas understand that (brr, puh, puh, puh)
Stamp that product, I got it homie, what’s up witcha
We are not acquainted though, I promise you I don’t fuck witcha (n)
Customers often get lost thinkin’ we brothers, or (what!)
Other types of fellowships and I just need my money, yo, I’m Frankie
[Bridge: Glenn]
Customers often get lost thinkin’ we brothers, bro
Are we brothers? [?] with a no
[Verse 3: Glenn]
I’m in the war zone (war zone!), party with three rednecks
My mask on, hazmat, jacket gave me the best west (what!), look
I been livin’ on my bench press
Sendin’ out my death threats on Xbox, my tape sold in sex shops (what!)
Look, hand me a trophy, make me a million babies
Look, me and my partners ‘bout to go fuckin’ crazy (what!)
[?] shawty get kicked in your teeth
I do not dream when I sleep, I got my ear to the streets, hold on (what!)
[Chorus: Glenn]
I’m doin’ yoga (what!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (what!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover, look (what!)
I’m doin’ yoga (ugh!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (what’s up!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (ugh, my!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what!)
[Outro: a 911 dispatch call]
“Yeah, I wanna know… so like, I, I like, ran from a cop, like, like, 30 minutes to an hour ago. I was the guy who, like, over there off of uh, [?]. Like, like, what do we pay you guys for? Like, I’ve driven past four cops. Uh...”
“What do you mean, you ‘ran from a cop’?”
“I mean, he turned his lights on me, and got behind me, and as he was walking up to my door, I did a donut around him and left.”
“Okay… so you wanna now see the officer, or what’s, what is your question?”
“The… I… My question is, I’m assuming he put an [?] that has someone looking for my car.”
[Chorus: Glenn]
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what, what)
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what, what!)
[Verse 1: Glenn]
My uncle Bobby think I play the bass guitar (yuh!)
I done slipped him in the eyes and I say Quavo (Quavo!)
2020, buy a gun I’m usin’ payphones (plk, plk)
Pray for me, never go outside, I’m ‘bout to stay home (stay home!)
I’m nuttin’ off on my pet snake in my Lay-Z-Boy
Molly on my coffee table, all I hear is white noise (white noise!)
I throw myself up out a moving car (skrrt, skrrt)
I ain’t slept in a week ([?]), might scar up your face
With a bowl of bacon grease (grease!), AK, laser bеams (beams)
I ain’t slept in a week, might scar up your face
With a bowl of bacon grеase ([?]), laser beams
I ain’t slept in a week, we’ll bring it back like
[Chorus: Glenn]
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover, pussy (rover!)
I’m doin’ yoga (yoga!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (sofa!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (loafers!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what, what!)
[Verse 2 - UGLYFRANK]
Cocoa butter, [?]
Wimbledon on my innocence
Hell [?] all over me
Blowin’ part of my nemesis [?]
NASCAR, get in the cars [?]
Foreign citizen shit [?]
Pull up on that dealer shit, stunt on the boss
Stuffin’ that Marlsburg, pumpin’ in front of Tiffany broad (ah!)
You just lost your only bitch, homeboy (hahahaha)
Get a brick from the sauce
I’m sauced up, bustin’ kids on your court
Prematurely, feelin’ zero remorse
Morse code on the forty, boulders I copped and knocked the dirt off my shoulders
I pushed the product through a thirty-day notice, work hopeless (no!)
I’m hopin’ niggas come for me, huffin’, huntin’ the roaches (brr, puh!)
I need a bitch that I can get money with, or elope with (ay)
The [?] red door stackin’ tall and lanky (woo, woo!)
Huckleberry, model bitch upon a Macintosh (woo, woo!)
Promise you I’m not about to pitch it if the pact is off
Coked up, crawlin’ in my feelings, my bad, dog (my bad)
Anthrax, devilish bitches sittin’ on Fairfax
Travellin’ for digits with chicken stuffed in they Tampax (ah!)
Passed-down gang to generations, I manned that
Bang ‘em on they heads, so all my niggas understand that (brr, puh, puh, puh)
Stamp that product, I got it homie, what’s up witcha
We are not acquainted though, I promise you I don’t fuck witcha (n)
Customers often get lost thinkin’ we brothers, or (what!)
Other types of fellowships and I just need my money, yo, I’m Frankie
[Bridge: Glenn]
Customers often get lost thinkin’ we brothers, bro
Are we brothers? [?] with a no
[Verse 3: Glenn]
I’m in the war zone (war zone!), party with three rednecks
My mask on, hazmat, jacket gave me the best west (what!), look
I been livin’ on my bench press
Sendin’ out my death threats on Xbox, my tape sold in sex shops (what!)
Look, hand me a trophy, make me a million babies
Look, me and my partners ‘bout to go fuckin’ crazy (what!)
[?] shawty get kicked in your teeth
I do not dream when I sleep, I got my ear to the streets, hold on (what!)
[Chorus: Glenn]
I’m doin’ yoga (what!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (what!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover, look (what!)
I’m doin’ yoga (ugh!), fuck on your mama’s sofa (what’s up!)
Spillin’ milk on my loafers (ugh, my!)
I’m sniffin’ pills in the rover like (what!)
[Outro: a 911 dispatch call]
“Yeah, I wanna know… so like, I, I like, ran from a cop, like, like, 30 minutes to an hour ago. I was the guy who, like, over there off of uh, [?]. Like, like, what do we pay you guys for? Like, I’ve driven past four cops. Uh...”
“What do you mean, you ‘ran from a cop’?”
“I mean, he turned his lights on me, and got behind me, and as he was walking up to my door, I did a donut around him and left.”
“Okay… so you wanna now see the officer, or what’s, what is your question?”
“The… I… My question is, I’m assuming he put an [?] that has someone looking for my car.”
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