Tf He Yappin About? Lyrics

Yeah, it's almost Easter

Get ready to fertilize the eggs

I mean collect them eggs

Yeah, cause that's what we do in the name

In the name of our, uh, our holy father

Our holy son

Tune into my station, you'll get lower cadence

Look around the community and see what's wrong with it

I live in a nice town

Lot of goons and not a lot of clowns

People act up, they act kinda funny

I know a few friends that kinda bummy

They sit around on the ground

They don't know what they're doing

I don't know, it seems kinda confusing

I mean you gotta get up and do something productive

Do something that gon' make your sister happy

Do something that gon' make your mama happy

Do something that gon' make your father happy

Do something, these people that are gonna make them proud

Something that will make you feel loud

Something that will make you feel known

Something that make you not feel grown into them pants

That they're trying to put you in

You don't gotta fit in and I'm switching up the flow

Every other season, every time I get a reason to rhyme

I feel like I put another line in

I wanna do a line of coke and gin

Cause I love that shit

It smell just like a bad relationship

Like a toxic one

I be my wife

I have a wife be the own right now

I'm eating Garnettos and simply orange juice

I don't know what the fuck up with you

But I know that my situation is hazy

I go to school everyday and become a lil' daisy

I mean fruity

I mean, I mean I'm, I'm happy

I play pickleball in the NPR every 8th hour basically

And, and no one does it anymore

Y'all gotta create memories

Y'all gotta stop listening to Lil Wayne Canyon

Cause this shit ain't productive

You don't got no brain cells

You got no bitches

You got no life

All you gotta do is sing and yell

Scream at your parents

Scream at your teachers

Scream at your wife

Beat your wife

Beat your life

And that's how I'm caught

I represent the hood and the gang

Beat your wife

Beat your life