Koolaide

Mothafucka we Ill, hands up on the wheel
But a grape swisher it's about to get peeled

Mother fucker I'm chill like some koolaide (x5)

Mothafucka we Ill, when we get foreal
Just got some sticky fruit, so you know we smokin' still

Mothafucka I'm chill like some koolaide (x5)

you just like some koolaide if you don't believe me
Motherfucka what do you say?
I'm chill just like some koolaide, if you don't believe me
Mothafucka what do you say
Bitch get off my fuckin' nuts yeah I like it a little bit
But if you keep hangin' and swingin in the fucka
I'm going to be scrapin' that mothafuckin payment
If you keep swingin' and hangin' Imma be scrapin'what the fuck you thinkin' I'm a cool guy
I'm a chill guy, why you fuckin' hatin, there ain't no debatin'
I'm fucking greatness, I'm a chill guy, come check out my children
I'll have you sweatin, like condensation, if you got something to say, lets have a Conversation, I'm just chillin, I'm about to be inhalin' spank fucking blowing

Cause mothafucka we Ill,hands up on the wheel
but a grape swisher it's about to get peeled

mother fucker I'm chill like some koolaide (x5)

mothafucka we Ill, when we get foreal
just got some sticky fruit,so you know we smokin' still

mothafucka I'm chill like some koolaide (x5)

Yeah, flow so retarded, got your dumb found it
And this beat retarded to this how my flow found it
In the water I'm just floatin around it, keeping my head above the waves I tell these niggas Drownin' yeah I'm just clownin' and I think I like this beat
Now I'm just smilin' cause I think I got my rhythm
They likin' chi-nigga, and I'm about to fucking stick em like a pitbull
Cause my shit is pitfull, smokin' on that purple, got me deeped up
Dancin' jerks, I'm like urkel, and I go in circles, rollin' more blunts
More blunts, more blunts, bitch I said more blunts
Tell I'm about to bring this beat back and I feel like im going to have a fucking heart attack, Smokin on this booty
It's really really sticky, I'm a wierd kinda guy so I say it's kinda icky

Mothafucka we Ill, hands up on the wheel
But a grape swisher it's about to get peeled

Mother fucker I'm chill like some koolaide (x5)

Mothafucka we Ill, when we get foreal
Just got some sticky fruit, so you know we smokin' still

Mothafucka I'm chill like some koolaide (x5)