Home Run Contest Lyrics

Pressin' the Z button, grab her throat when we was fuckin'

H ow could I not talk about food when I'm eatin' mutton?

Always up to somethin', runnin', runnin', runnin' out of time

Download my music on the lime, fishin' for dirt, I'll throw you a line

Used to sell foggy rock, speak on me and you'll get molly whopped

Batter up like the Rockies

Homerun contest and I'll bring the Kong to the donkeys,

Backhand ya, ya sandbag,

I'm a dog but don't you dare put me in a handbag

Batter up, batter up, batter up, bitch, I've had enough, bitch, I've had enough

Backhand ya, ya sandbag,

I'm a dog but don't you dare put me in a handbag

Batter up, batter up, batter up, bitch, I've had enough, bitch, I've had enough

Hope you can eat hits like a pink puff ball

The new motto is fuck y'all bust y'all, chops, chops till I drop like the 47

My bitch outta 10 is 11,

Movin' through glaciers of diamond like the ice climbers

Hide behind the blinders and duck when you see a blue truck, flatbed

Baby, I'm past dead, I'm revived, make my own 9-to-5

Backhand ya, ya sandbag,

I'm a dog but don't you dare put me in a handbag

Batter up, batter up, batter up, bitch, I've had enough, bitch, I've had enough

Backhand ya, ya sandbag,

I'm a dog but don't you dare put me in a handbag

Batter up, batter up, batter up, bitch, I've had enough, bitch, I've had enough

Three stock ya, ain't dealing with a bitch

I'm gonna block ya, but if you don't take the hint, you're gonna see eyes and a big bustin' blicky behind the tints

Three stock ya, ain't dealing with a bitch

I'm gonna block ya, but if you don't take the hint, you're gonna see eyes and a big bustin' blicky behind the tints