Mixers (feat. Sein)

Aye, smoking out, with the gang Keep caguama in hand Willis tower type of beers In my town we call it Sears Got my Ventra f*ck a Uber F*ck a goofy with no humor I can't f*ck with any Brewfurd That includes the baby boomers Henny in my belly, now my button kind of outie Acid on the walls and the air, fefe rowdy Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my copa, my compa, my friend Loco that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!," I just got "Heh" Drinking since a baby, yeah bitch I can merch it Been a OutKast, yeah bitch I'm a word smith In the cut stitching up all the soul samples Slurring my verses like this shit a code battle I feel like Master P, na I'm never a tweaker Eyes hella red with my ears on the speaker Stacking up to get a Lac and hella bourbon On the hood I never turn back, f*ck suburbans Henny I sip, Henny I sip Tequila I chase, Tequila I chase Mix it with the green and we all out of place Henny I sip, Henny I chase, chase Henny I sip, Tequila I chase Mix it with the green and we all out of place Henny I sip, Tequila I chase Mix it with the green and we all ghost faced Henny I sip, Tequila I chase Mix it with the green and we all out of place Henny I sip, Tequila I chase Mix it with the green and we all ghost faced Bratt the MC these rappers is history These 8 letters ill like a tail of a killer B You know I'm with the leaf son, you know my fingers twisted "W's" up and a wand 'cause I'm wicked My nose mind it's own and yours stay twitching Bitch I'm making moves like a westside kitchen Never into bitching, only into bitches My blue nose pits define the word vicious Coming with the Loose Squares I got hella new ports Tagging on the wood stairs Them Chicago back porch Kicking it with squad Future looking odd I see a lot of fakes, you can miss me with the fraud Versatile, na bitch I'm a reptilian I'm eating out your girl with the tongue of a chameleon Feasting off the hustle and the fake humble I mirror Pindar while I see crackers crumble Bubble gum, doubles guns in this bitch How many pieces do you wish Wands like a wizard with positions, the bebidas Built like a lizard, chest out from lagartijas "BAMF" is the mini gun, "BRAT" is the Sniper Born an Outkast this game is a cypher "BAMF" is the base and "BRAT" is a lighter F*ck a punk motherfucker your threats are minor You practice the buddha, I'm shooting right through ya My smoke will leave you dead brain, you lose the medulla Medusa my rostro, I'm Biggie never corto Motherfuckers hating 'cause I'm gonna be famoso So Ima party, and bullshit And party, and bullshit So lets party, and bullshit And party, and bullshit, yeah bitch