Dub-O - Thoed Ass lyrics

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly] Yeah, b**h I'ma thoed a**, blowed a**, dick in the throat a** Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled a** Rich muhf**a, wit no cla** b**h I'm from the land, you don't wanna go there b**h you talkin grams, I be smokin' O's, yeah Hotbox whip, I don't need the Ozium I ain't hiding my sh**, I'm a f**in grown man If the cops come, then oh well, uh huh I'm still smoking my Blu Cantrell Yeah, I might f** around and blow a zip Have both my lungs like oh sh** I'ma show them how a Cleveland muhf**a do b**h, went straight to the league from the public school sh**, ya'll know it's no struggle, no progress Hmmm, so I told the b**h work, go topless Church, I'm a muhf**in a**hole Tattooed to the sandals, f** a b**h while I stand though Burn a little wax, no candle I'm buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro They know I never try to hide like Camo We in the mothaf**in field like Rambo And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo And drive that mothaf**a straight to a bando 24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk Ay, I'm 25 gotta get turnt, I'm a young rockstar like Lil' Kurt Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday's Friday, no Big Worm 30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, b**h [Verse 2: Dub-O] I been around like a merry-go I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss on every hater like a urinal I ain't tryna hear no, not gon fear no We ain't really have to tell cause n***as still tellin on Name ring ring like a telephone, DUB-O! I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier All we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh Master my P's so cut the head off a cobra I'm in tip-top shape, yup If I want it, I could get ya taste girl Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup Everything about me going way up I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot I'm a G wit it, OD wit it, n***a if we talkin money then you know we get it Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I'm seeing that And me, I'm eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket yeah b**h don't get it twisted, I been poppin on the low I'm underground wit it, n***a you ain't got a clue I been had the Juice like Q on the roof And you can dig up Bishop if you ever want the truth Young n***a got [Hook] Thoed a**, thoed a**, thoed a** Blowed a**, dick in the throat a** Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled a** Rich muhf**a, rich muhf**a [Verse 3: Tezo] I am from the land till I D-I-E If you getting right you need a Hum-vee And a big bag of that OG Price so low you would swear I wit the police If she come wit me, she ain't comin back Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack Run up on me if you want I'll tell you to, I'll run it back I wonder can he handle that, naw he can't handle that I got 10 freaky b**hes tryna lick a n***a nuts 100 crooked cops tryna get a n***a luck God bless the track n***as I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit it Like I'm up at Saks wit it Young Kyrie with the shot Young Don Juan, what you thought? Take her up top, then I let her drop I'ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball [Hook]