Garbanzo Joeyy

[Intro]
Don't worry about what the fuck he be doin', it's DJ Smokey
Dabaholics
NUKE RADIO
NUKE RADIO, we make your eardrums bleed

[Verse]
I treat this fuckin' 'Cleezy like I didn't pay fifteen
I-I'm a big boy, I can't fit in no Celine (Phew)
Po-Pouring up this red this Faygo (Phew), looks like it's Supreme (Phew-phew)
Another pint of mud, this Plein is popping from its seams (Phew, restless dream)
You think you sipping good but everything's not what it seems (Uh, uh, DJ Smokey)
Big buffs on my face, I can't tell you what I've seen
C-C-Cream soda dirty, but my mud, it is so clean
I'm nodding off in public (Phew, phew), you mistake me as a fiend (Phew, as a fiend)
S-Sold a fraction of the Bitcoin for a eight (Phew, ah, phew, ah, for a eight)
I don't like to get high, I just like the taste (Ah)
I cool with the gang (Phew), we put filters on our face (Face, Phew)
I just opened up a BOA account inside the Chase (BO— phew)
I'm retarded, how the song go?
One-One wrong pill turn John Smith to John Doe (1, phew, phew)
.9 on my lap (Phew), if I up it then you gonzo (Phew)
Walk into the function, pocket filled with garbanzos (Garbanzos)

[Outro]
Damn son, this must be a DJ Smokey exclusive (Haha, hm)
Legalize nuclear bombs