[Yung Trybez]
Oh my lord, damn I love my dawgs
I’m so fucking high, you can call me god
We been boarding flights, I’m so fucking bored
Really do this for these feeling ‘n’ these encores
They dun want us dead like ‘em dinosaurs
Got that ancient knowledge, word to Crazy Horse

Damn my granny dead, but she live within me
Man, this really for children that fill up these buildings
They grow up so quickly, word to li’l sissy
I still throw hissy fits when my fits ain’t fuckin wit me
Imma neechie neechie
Got the princess wit me, aye, aye
Everything peaches when we in my city

[Young D, Yung Trybez]
Everything peachy like the Georgia state, here we go
We dem the ones you love to hate, we double up and let ‘em know

We the people of the snow, so let ‘em know we extra cold
I got carrots in my teeth like I’m chewing on some vegetables

With the dip (with the dip)
Get up out your feelings boy
I’m really him (really him)
Get up out your feelings, you know
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