230 Pounds

(专辑： The Octagon - 2020)

Rargh
The Octagon
Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)
"Hey Ya" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day
We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)
Try this right here, check

(Hey ya) "230 pounds of marijuana..."
(Hey ya) "Along with more than 150, 000 dollars in cash..."
(Hey ya) "But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
(Hey ya) "A 55, 000 dollar watch"

Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar
I was six feet deep with the roses and flows
I was getting head stoned like graveyards
I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs I'll like Neymar
Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker
Funky Friday and pills on a rainbow
Psychodrama, but I'm not Dave, though
Quavo getting 'em high like all night
With a freak little thing on the right from Barbados
Chill the fuck out, peso, Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low
Rap shit is a war of the words
And my words are gods of the war like Kratos
I'm in a blacked out Mazda, bad bitch that I met on Insta
In the club with a bottle of bub'
So yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her
Might chop ya trees and yell timber
I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder
I might say babysit, I might kid ya
I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch up
Facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's
Still blow sesh from the front to the back
With the fam till the death and the bud that I pack
Money in a wraps both backflip, got 55 grand in the mattress
Can't catch this, I just got three birds in a row
And I called it a hat-trick

(Hey ya) "230 pounds of marijuana..."
(Hey ya) "Along with more than 150, 000 dollars in cash..."
(Hey ya) "But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
(Hey ya) "A 55, 000 dollar watch"

I said, "Quick figures pay less
Quick pay for the six-figure pay cheque"
Zip Pay, then I strip on my babe
Dress fine 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less
We just do a little more then we say less
Money doubles on the budget 'till the day stress
Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet
That's just how the fame gets, word
Dot ball, got 'em in a mixed batch
Have a long one shot, might six that
Run out on a war like Steve and I hit that
Hit 'em with a Cro Cop kick back
Coke for coke till I comatose
Then go flow for flow while I go for throats
And I might go for broke till I overdose
And brudda catch my drift like Tokyo
I'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen
In the back that I dust off
Jake Tyler, the boy back down in the background
Like I'm at a packed out bus stop
One-two, I kick it like kung fu
Come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox
Back down, put the track down, let it slap now, wanna chat?
Your whole crew can fuck off
Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off
Why you on my dick then suck off?
Said it once more, brah, fuck off
Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice, get bread then duck off
Why you on my dick then suck off?
I said it once more, brah, fuck off

(Hey ya) I told you cunts, bro
(Hey ya) I said it before, man
I don't know how many times I gotta say it, fuck off, man
(Hey ya) I'm living my best life, I'm good, bro
Money good, get yours
(Hey ya) You know what? Fuck it
Hey ya
Hey ya, hey