We Are Farmers Three Loco

[Chorus]
We are farmers, bum-ba-dum, bum-bum-bum-bum
We are farmers, bum-ba-dum, bum-bum-bum-bum
Bum bum, bum bum, bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum
We are farmers, bum-ba-dum, bum-bum-bum-bum

[Verse 1: Andy Milonakis]
Call the cops, call the cops
Got mad motherfucking marijuana crops
Got lime trees and lemon trees
Got 20 dirty bitches down on their knees
Water, water, H2O
No big screens, no HBO
Tomato, tomato, potato, potato
These hoes just won the fat boy lotto
Hef, please let me use your grotto
Hefty bitches is my motto
If you get on top, hooker
I think you might break my throttle
I'll knock your head off
You softer than a bitch's skin
You stupid bitches cannot win
Fuck your wifey in the face
And then I'll take your next of kin
Rented ten, I'll stick a dildo
In your fucking fish food
Which dude's fish food
A rich dude's fish food
I got an iPad
IMac body and your mama sucks my dick
When she's high on mollies… Mollies