GOODBYE BOZO ft. Jamahl & Midwest Got It Lyrics

Watch how I get to the bag

Watch how I get to the racks

Skrrt, hop in the jag (Yeah)

Swerve to the back (Yeah)

I got some sleuths

We find the addy you'll be on the news

We gon' pull up in the peanut butter coupe with the almond butter insides

Shooting straight at your group nigga

I'm feeling a forty

I called up lil' shorty

I made me amends and I smacked up

Forty-two fifty, I dream about millies, but see me some racks in my stashbox

New packs in, let's test it

I'm going eight rounds I just can't stress this

What's understood not getting said, lil' bitch ain't get no type of message

Fuck it, I leave 'em on read

All of y'all energy it just can't faze me

Forty-two shots to my head

Twenty-four flipped like y'all can't outtake me

I just like touching this bread

Cheffing with Lemøn, let the pot keep basting

Cartier glasses on him, drip 'til we die

Let the Lord come take me

I smack a lot

I smack a lot

I smack a lot, a lot

I smack a lot, a lot

I smack a lot

I put ten down out of forty

I was doing my portions

I'm a fourth, I did my quarter

They gon' get gone when you want 'em

Hype train, chugging

Lampshades, you bugging

Little boy he get extorted

He ain't gon' do what he promised

I'm gonna smack that shit

Should of never smoked that shit

(Nigga)

And I never wanna smack again

And I never wanna smack again

And I never wanna smack again

And I never wann

I should have never smoked that shit

No, I should have never smoked that shit, no

I should have never smoked that shit, no

Should have never smoked that shit