230 Pounds Lyrics
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[Intro]
Rargh
The Octagon
Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)
"Hey Ya" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day
We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)
Try this right here, check
[Chorus 1]
Hey ya
"230 pounds of marijuana..."
Hey ya
"Along more than 150,000 dollars in cash..."
Hey ya
"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
Hey ya
"A 55,000 dollar watch."
[Verse 1]
Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar
I was 6 feet deep with the roses and flows, I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards
I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs [?] like Neymar
Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker
Fuck your Friday [?] pills [?] rainbow, psycho drama, but I'm not Dave, though
[?] gettin' 'em high like all night with a freak little thing on the right from Barbados
Rargh, [?] Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low
Rap shit is a war of the words and my words are gods of the war like Kratos
I'm in a blacked out Mazda, bad bitch that I met on Insta
In the club with a bottle of bub', so yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her
Might chop ya trees and yell timber, I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder
I might babysit, I might kid ya, I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch her
Rargh, facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's
Still blow sets from the front to the back
[?] fam [?] bud [?] pack
Money [?] backflip, got 55 grand in the mattress
Can't catch this, I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat trick
[Chorus 1]
Hey ya
"230 pounds of marijuana..."
Hey ya
"Along more than 150,000 dollars in cash..."
Hey ya
"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
Hey ya
"A 55,000 dollar watch."
[Verse 2]
I said, "Quick figures pay less, quick pay for the six figure pay cheque"
[?] 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less
[?] money doubles [?] budget [?] day stress
Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet, that's just how the fame gets, word
[?] mixed batch, [?] long shot [?]
[?] Steve and I hit that, hit 'em with a [?]
[?] till I comatose then go flow for flow while I go for throats
And I might go for broke till I overdose [?] catch my drift like Tokyo
I'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen in the back that I dust off
Jake Tyler, the boy back down in the background like I'm at a packed out bus stop
One-two, I kick it like kung fu, come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox
Back down [?] wanna chat? Your whole crew can fuck off
Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice [?] off
[?] said it once more, brah, fuck off
Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice [?] off
[?] I said it once more, brah, fuck off
[Chorus 2]
Hey ya
I told you cunts, bro
Hey ya
I said it before, man, I don't know how many more times I gotta say it, fuck off, man
Hey ya
I'm livin' my best life, I'm good, bro, [?] good, get yours
Hey ya
You know what? Fuck it
Hey ya
Hey ya, hey
Rargh
The Octagon
Remember that André 3000 track? (Chill, Chill)
"Hey Ya" or some shit, that was the shit back in the day
We should use it for the chorus, maybe (420 Fam)
Try this right here, check
[Chorus 1]
Hey ya
"230 pounds of marijuana..."
Hey ya
"Along more than 150,000 dollars in cash..."
Hey ya
"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
Hey ya
"A 55,000 dollar watch."
[Verse 1]
Rargh, hey ya, I'm an outcast and I spray bar
I was 6 feet deep with the roses and flows, I was gettin' head stoned like graveyards
I'm offside with the ball in a box and all my brahs [?] like Neymar
Not Yoda, but the girl bent back like yoga, the drug's like poker
Fuck your Friday [?] pills [?] rainbow, psycho drama, but I'm not Dave, though
[?] gettin' 'em high like all night with a freak little thing on the right from Barbados
Rargh, [?] Snoop Dogg lifestyle then I lay low
Rap shit is a war of the words and my words are gods of the war like Kratos
I'm in a blacked out Mazda, bad bitch that I met on Insta
In the club with a bottle of bub', so yeah, I might go 50 Cent, I might pimp her
Might chop ya trees and yell timber, I might just swipe your shit, but not Tinder
I might babysit, I might kid ya, I might Will Smith your bitch and then switch her
Rargh, facts, still got bud, no love for the Jack's
Still blow sets from the front to the back
[?] fam [?] bud [?] pack
Money [?] backflip, got 55 grand in the mattress
Can't catch this, I just got three birds in a row and I called it a hat trick
[Chorus 1]
Hey ya
"230 pounds of marijuana..."
Hey ya
"Along more than 150,000 dollars in cash..."
Hey ya
"But guess what, that's not all. Also, take a look..."
Hey ya
"A 55,000 dollar watch."
[Verse 2]
I said, "Quick figures pay less, quick pay for the six figure pay cheque"
[?] 'cause I got a little drugs and I take less
[?] money doubles [?] budget [?] day stress
Wanna fuck, she don't know my name yet, that's just how the fame gets, word
[?] mixed batch, [?] long shot [?]
[?] Steve and I hit that, hit 'em with a [?]
[?] till I comatose then go flow for flow while I go for throats
And I might go for broke till I overdose [?] catch my drift like Tokyo
I'm in a blacked out van with a bad little queen in the back that I dust off
Jake Tyler, the boy back down in the background like I'm at a packed out bus stop
One-two, I kick it like kung fu, come through with a one-point-two in the glovebox
Back down [?] wanna chat? Your whole crew can fuck off
Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice [?] off
[?] said it once more, brah, fuck off
Rargh, fuck off, fucked your girl twice [?] off
[?] I said it once more, brah, fuck off
[Chorus 2]
Hey ya
I told you cunts, bro
Hey ya
I said it before, man, I don't know how many more times I gotta say it, fuck off, man
Hey ya
I'm livin' my best life, I'm good, bro, [?] good, get yours
Hey ya
You know what? Fuck it
Hey ya
Hey ya, hey