Bubble Gum Hodgy (Ft. Casey Veggies & Tyler, The Creator)

[Intro: Hodgy Beats]
Hahahahaha
Super 3, O.F.
Yes
Um...

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
Save all your letters and drop your tomatoes
Hodgy Beats—where he? Lookin' for a large payroll
Not dimes, nickels, pennies, pesos
I'm tryna stack chips, nigga, peelin' my potatoes
If I'm not the biggest boss that you've see thus far
Take a look at the exquisite luxury cars
Big ponts bein' stuck into a Cuban cigar
Promethazine on the leaf only to get bizarre
We don't go to the club nigga, we post at the bar
Have conversation with girls that don't know who we are
With diamonds in our ears, lookin' like cube stars
I live a Matrix life and we cruise hard

[Chorus: Casey Veggies]
And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict
Crack music goin' hard, Odd Future gotta bag it
And I swear I'm a fiend, dope fiend, I'm an addict
Crack music goin' hard, Odd Future gotta bag it, like
Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum
Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum
Yeah, make it stretch like bubble gum
And all the little females like, "Yummy yum"