Rootbeer Lyrics

(Oh, man, I lost my intro

Goddammit, shouts out Bourgeois Boys, shouts out Jaydar

Man, fuck it

This song's called "Rootbeer", if you don't like it, fuck you)

BARS

(You talking about that hoe over there? Pfft, she don't know

We got the best of that, sitting sideways

Shouts out Baphomet and rootbeer)

Sitting sideways

Catching hate like it's Sunday

High as fuck on the runway

Vandalizing these churches while I'm

Sacrificing these virgins, I been

Far out like I'm Pluto

Bascetti with prosciutto

White girl, grey eyes,

I call that bitch my blue-nose

Skinny with them cute toes

Puffing tough on that Who Knows

Clearing up my cottonmouth,

I give that pussy kudos

Fuck a starving artist, bae,

I'm getting paid regardless

Seats softer than her hair and

Wood darker than her heart is

Drinking that single barrel,

Spilling on my apparel,

99 East and baby wiling like she feral

Cleaner than a sterile

Needle full of hero-

-in, I'm fucking winning

Bitch is going for the marrow

Fucking with a Seventh Day Adventist out in Venice

I'm a menace,

But intelligent

You can tell by the penmanship,

We don't give a damn if a bitch won't let us

It's the Landshark Clique, Bourgeois Boys

It's the Landshark Clique, Bourgeois Boys

(Bourgeois Boys, hashtag that

Whatchu think?

We got the best of that

Yah bitch, I got the best of that

Chocolate pudding?

Believe I got the best of that

Fuck you, hoe, I got the best of that)

Catching hate like it's Sunday

High as fuck on the runway