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[Hook 2x: Juicy J]

Fuck a P.O

Fuck a piss test

Fuck a P.O

Fuck a piss test

Fuck a P.O

Fuck a piss test

Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet


[Verse 1: Jim Jones]

My main partner on life parole

He don't give a fuck, every night we roll

Big blunts, big guns, so that first mother fucker that like to go

No curfew, fuck 9 o' clock, you can't see the time on this shiny watch

Matters fact it's time to rock and it looks like my time is stuck

Cause it's so frozen, I'm so cold

Slow it down, I'm so throwed

Oh oh those P.O's be poppin' up any time of day

Violate, that's 90 days

Violate, this nine will spray

Either one is not a good look

Matters fact, get a good look

I'm getting money, fuck a piss test

Left the club and I piss Moët

You should keep your bitch in check, before I drop my top while she givin' neck

I'm in Detroit with that iron

Pack the heat more like a Lion

You would say that I'm lying

Pack them guns everywhere we flying


[Hook 2x: Juicy J]


[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]

Weed, shrooms, LSD

Even got that Keenan Ivory

E pills for the feel

Sleeping pills for nighty nighty

Her vagina tighty

I lick all over, flip off all over, then I climb insidey

Shit I'm smoking be so potent I'm floating out my body

Watch her, kiss her, liquor, then lick her

This liquor, I'm slizzard, my nigga

My life is like basketball

Run, shoot, and stealing

This bitch I'm with so wet she should come equipped with gills

Trippy is as trippy does

Acid drops up in my cup

Biggest blunt of that super skunk

It's the gold fang wearing zombie

Sour diesel blowing

Leopard flag hanging out my pocket while I'm floating


[Verse 3: Juice]

Zombies juicy, a-trizze, we trippy fuck a piss test

What you know about that, hash oil potent oil

Mix it up got my brain all stuck, I'm trippy though if you ain't know

When I'm on LSD, all the tongues, speaking tongues got her freaking out

So what you know about this, candy flipping we be the shit

500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, fuck them C's

Thats no release, we high time'n, you little leaves smoking bush weed

No comparing nothing the same, nothing compared to the blood in my veins

All the shit I get tamed, smoking that dank, mary be mine, look at the time

Enter the league of divine , eyes on the prize after the skye

Fuck my p.o and your p.o, smoke it like its legal

Zombie give me brain, suck me join that trippy train!


[Hook 2x: Juicy J]


[Verse 4: El-P]

One thing about El Product

These fucks gotta put into their brain is

Pain by the pound been the model for millennia

Fucko, never been sane or benevolent, no

Get the hole in your face plate stucco’d

Rode in to the frame on an elephant, scoundrel

Talking that road house throat grip spin in to a pirouette

Dope sick gunner with a numb heart pounding

Spit a mint leaf dosage, dosed in the most utmost potent

Oh shit, walk to the most hounding sounding

Little fish in an ocean of piss

Get twisted and tangled and mangled on principal

Your whole squadron’ll kitty cat scream when I alf ‘em, down ‘em, eat ‘em up, ralph ‘em

How come outcomes, even in the best bets placed are debased

When a veteran BK bent to the bone chip start to get a notion to smoke shit, focus

Motherfuck a P.O., C.O, C.E.O and any other minion of the long armed evil

With a habit of a tight grip chokin’, hoping the masses are broken

Shits about to get real trippy, lets go kids 

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