xx. jimbo thurman. Lyrics

I hope your momma got insurance for your casket, nigga

Sour mix taste like sarsaparilla It's one baboon and a bunch of gorillas

And bitch-ass niggas who'd rather beef a woman, dawg

It's all an exception I love to tell your father how your body smell

How the first time I sniffed the fishy smell

Round the cutty, now your strotum swell You finna die, the world gon' say, oh well

Well, what's bragging rights in the hand of bananas

A bathing ape shirt go for free when you rob it

Bitch-ass niggas, I love callin' y'all bitch-ass niggas

The point get clearer, yeah, I wanna fight y'all niggas

Let me switch up, nip-tuck your lady-boy stuffed

Your rim-jobs ain't even 20-inch wheels

Gettin' your ass ate by a stud in some high heels

This simulation ain't finna get more real

He can't breathe nowhere underwater, cut off his gills

Pill chuggers and cum guzzlers

Video cameras to memorize your micro-dick

And every bitch laugh when you pull your shit out, guy

They askin' how you subtract nine lives with nine shots

There's a difference between palm trees and a pine box

One got nuts and a guy we never trust

Ain't nothin' to discuss, the species beam me up

They wanna steam me up, SpaghettiOs and double stuff

Fuckin' this redbone while we bathin' in your blood, nigga

I wish I could be like y'all

In a Henny cup, in a sippy cup

Boy, you just mad you got caught

Why you tryna skimp? I don't need a front

Say you been a killer, not involved

It ain't no surprise, I've been gettin' high

You is not the guy

Hootie Hoo

Hootie Hoo, blue bitch, came with a tool kit

Pickin' up the litter, ain't nothin, scoop the poop shit

Been this man from Stoop Kid, popular demand

I'm poppin' on demand, he got hit and then he turned

To grains of sand and she on my command

She turn the Bonnie bender make her twerk and do the Fortnite dance

Used to be therapy sessions like

Why the fuck is he around? Where's Waldo? Never found

Talkin' bout he need a ten, boy, don't come back no more

He was at the QT, talkin' bout he at the jewelry store

Eastside Shadow Man while we chillin' in a Prius

Ah, what up, jah

Fear don't exist when the lens is dimmed by the darkness

Pack like Who Farted by the stained carpet

We can find roaches, you can find apocalypse

It don't include locusts, how your life started

When you die is when your life started

Off that bourbon, almost hung myself inside of my apartment

The dope ain't never been this low

Can't trust Mary, she lie just as much as the Pope

My shirt off in the pickup mixin' rum with the coke

Too short bumpin' while I got a call from my loc

Streets is dead from the jump

Bunny Rabbits hop off the porch, he got pulled out the hat

That's how the tiger react, no captions

Or shock value rap about syllables

Don't need a Dre co sign to be at the pinnacle

In a swimming pool, he dive in it got baptized by holy missiles

Drownin in communion, ah

I wish I could be like y'all

In a Henny cup, in a sippy cup

Boy, you just mad you got caught

Why you tryin' to skimp? I don't need a front

Say you been a killer, not involved

It ain't no surprise, I've been gettin' high

You is not the guy