[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Handzum Boys
Baker Boyz
Light the bleezy on up
Rap Game hard but the pimpin’ easy as fuck
Buck, Buck
Who got the keys to the truck
Who got the turkey bags fulla weed easily stuffed
Up in a Kenneth Cole duffel bag stinking it up
Got psilocybin in my tea for when I need to get up
Never slacking on my macking see I keep the shit up
I remain handsome even after all the worms eat me up
Got lean in the cup
Morphine in the cup
Drinking black and purples till I stop breathing and such
Peep the mannerisms in the way I creep out the cut
With Eddy fucking Baker bitch
With the weed in the blunt
Got trees in the forest and more trees in the house
I’ll baptize you if you wanna know what that ether about
Handzum boy til’ I die
No reason to ask me why
I get so high I can look down and see into my own mind
So I’m outta my mind
Quarter pound of the kind
I keep my ducks in a row
And my white owls in a line
Handzum Boys
Baker Boyz
Light the bleezy on up
Rap Game hard but the pimpin’ easy as fuck
Buck, Buck
Who got the keys to the truck
Who got the turkey bags fulla weed easily stuffed
Up in a Kenneth Cole duffel bag stinking it up
Got psilocybin in my tea for when I need to get up
Never slacking on my macking see I keep the shit up
I remain handsome even after all the worms eat me up
Got lean in the cup
Morphine in the cup
Drinking black and purples till I stop breathing and such
Peep the mannerisms in the way I creep out the cut
With Eddy fucking Baker bitch
With the weed in the blunt
Got trees in the forest and more trees in the house
I’ll baptize you if you wanna know what that ether about
Handzum boy til’ I die
No reason to ask me why
I get so high I can look down and see into my own mind
So I’m outta my mind
Quarter pound of the kind
I keep my ducks in a row
And my white owls in a line
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