Letras
Oh, you buyin' sauce?
I want a McFlurry too (and what's your sauce?)
Um, what kind of sauce?
We got barbecue, sweet and sour, um, honey mustard
I want the sweet and sour sauce, that's the Ooga Booga one
I need the Ooga Booga shit
You said having dessert? (Yeah, McFlurry)
Oreo or M&M? (I want oreos on)
It's Mr. Disrespectful, buddy
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe
And you know we walk up, man we cook dead box
Takes some time to see it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Someone have been lying (Spacecoupe, take me to Pluto)
Oh, lying and sittin' to my side
The nigga brother died and he still on makin' diss songs
I've been waiting so long for all these months
But I shall light it on, always runnin'
I'm on the Ooga Booga, Deeklok, HL
All they soldiers gettin' touched, they droppin' back to back
My bitch bad, she come through like '02 Stacey Dash
We done overcooked your man, and wrapped 'em up in Extra Glad
Poppin' all that gangster shit and tell don't go out like Jihad
Rief try crawl and get away, they left 'em by the tires
Grab QRizzy by the legs, they drug 'em to the hellfire
I could really pop it, we drop shit, and he get shit done
That nigga loafed, he touched his top, then nigga dropped his gun
Neph just dropped a diss, it's Belt2Ass, you Uncle Willy son
WSKev was claimin' LM Gang, we sent him right wit' 'em
Ooga Boo- got boxed in, stuffed pounds in Lowes boxes
They had Reek12 stuck inside my crib, he still ain't got up out it
And we known for crackin' noggins, just ask Saany 'bout McDonald's
Caught Ooga walkin' out that job, and left his face red like he Ronald
About my brother back, they play they right or wrong, without a problem
And free BandUp, been a minute since I seen you swing the choppa
I done put them pounds on a plane, skippin' different states
I'm walking right past TSA, they check my luggage weight
How the fuck I bust a 20 play, I'm in another state?
Stuffin' shit in canned goods, and send them out in fuckin' crates