Hodgy - Chordaroy lyrics

[Verse 1: Earl] We come through mopping, like janitors Smoking kush nuggets the size of f**ing tarantulas Blow got me amped as f**, ho n***as backing up And that n***a Short tell that n***a Jasper swag me up Swag me up, swag is us, who can tell me how the f** Our number one fans is f*ggots that used to laugh at us Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was "Um, y'all dope, Wolf Gang just the damper dust" Yeah the dapper dogs take your head chop it off No father, f** being proper b**h, we're popping off And to top it off I'm dropping monster monologues That's hot enough to piss your local arson off That's me spitting this f**ing garbage toss As you n***as, n***as get familiar with the art of loss Switch swag on you little dick f*gs You f**ing dead b**h chips, I'm on my fifth bag with your b**h a** [Hook] She call me crazy, they call me crazy They call me shady but it's a chordaroy life I'm living baby, I'm living baby I'm living baby, it's a chordaroy life And you call me shady, call me crazy Call me lazy, I ain't your baby It's a chordaroy life that I'm living hazy It's a chordaroy life that I'm living phase me [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] People love Hodgy I hate you though I don't precipitate b**h, I H2O And I move across your membrane, you loose against my insane Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain I like girls but I don't f** with tramps I'm elephant tusking and they succulents I'm shaving off my boot hairs deciduosly Break jaws Mr. Vigora, rigorously I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze I cop weed for less of a percentage than I f**ing plot seeds New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection b**h I got my swag card, natural protection Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons I brandish and I flash tools and I have fools stepping I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til I can see the light Feed n***as shells like my motherf**ing beach is nice [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyler] When I say "Wolf Gang", you say "f** that" Room full of wolves, inhalers and used blunt wraps Fingers in the middle of b**hes bodacious bu*tcracks Enough f**ing atheist rappers to get a nun slapped This is f** music here, let a couple s*uts use it Show their b**bs, and I'll hop out the booth when I'm done pooping Grab a couple (gats), stuff 'em in the backpack Then take them to school for show and tell day screaming "f** students" Backing up a bunch of fatherless kids and a pack of dust Could f**ing splat and show you the f**ing Iraq in us A bunch of f**ing wolves and rats having n******gs the size of Shaq Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck k**ing these n***as off quick Don't believe me? Then watch me empty out a full clip Trigger being pulled, n******gs in a ditch That wasn't bullets, that was copies of ba*tard, you b**h [Hook]