"Harold & Kumar Pt. 2" lyrics
Ankith Woods & BabyTron Lyrics
Yeah okay
What up Cali?
Yeah damn damn yeah
Yeah
I walked into BT's
Walked into BT's with two bad hoes that got more pape than me
The rosin beat my ass like my mom when she was raising me
Your girl in my crib bent over like a drank fiend
My money so young it tell Alexa to play "FE!N"
I'm like "Damn ain't that song for lil kids and teens?"
I'm at B-Dubs eating garlic parm and Asian zing
I'm fucking on your slut now, I got you saying racist things
You yelling at your girl like "I hate that one Indian dude"
Yeah, if I fucked my girl, I'd hate me too
You brought her to my show, I took your money and your lady, too
Put that gun down and tell your momma that she raised a fool
Your bitch left my dick half soft, dripping in drool
You ain't bouta be no damn rapper, stop skipping school
I hitting bad hoes and green crack, you hitting Juuls
She ain't never bouta let you crack boy, look at you
You ain't got one thing I can't get took from you
My Asian fine shit wouldn't as much as rook at you
Oh nice, you fucking on ugly hoes and hookers too?
You not eating good just cause you eating food
You seen the depth chart on my team? How could I even lose?
Drop an X bar, now I'm slower than a PS2
I started doing drugs when Future dropped DS2
I ain't never fucked your bitch, she a eater
You ain't even supposed to know that she told me
"Don't be on them songs telling everybody in the world
About the things that we be doing"
You would think that my Sprite went to TCU
Your girl touching on my balls - that's a PBU
My email a MGMT, yours is EDU
The fuck you at the function for? Ain't no one in here eating you
Shaheer in East Lansing, scamming white boys on GPUs
I got my bitch Prada, now she asking me for Miu Miu
My bitch Prada down, my bitch and my cup brown
I fucked up and took a groupie hoe to uptown
I got your bitch in the crib doing up-downs
That's the 'your bitch getting fucked' sound
That's the Drac, it's a run down (shit)
Chrome bucket hat on, pull a Kung Lao
Exchanging USD for Yen - that's some Kung Pao chicken
Alright, lil freak hoe could suck the puss out a pimple (ooh)
Matter fact, she could suck the slug out a pistol
Touchdown with skittle bowls, run routes like I'm Kittle
Should tell from the bussdown whistle I'm official
You ain't get no buns, you a God-tier gooner (gooner)
Like, you ain't get no dubs, you a God-tier loser
They let me spark when I hopped in, this a God-tier Uber
He might hit a full court shot, I'm with God-tier shooters
I thought I'd be a Wolverine and ended up in Washtenaw (shit)
But fuck that, all this rap money washed it off (I swear)
I had my shotta in your yard like he lost his dog
Sandlot vibes, backdoor like we lost the ball
Bambino, huh, we gon hop the fence
Fuck a counterpunch, I specialize in Glock defense
Delete your IG story (please)
I promise nobody in your followers wants to watch you vent (corn)
What up Cali?
Yeah damn damn yeah
Yeah
I walked into BT's
Walked into BT's with two bad hoes that got more pape than me
The rosin beat my ass like my mom when she was raising me
Your girl in my crib bent over like a drank fiend
My money so young it tell Alexa to play "FE!N"
I'm like "Damn ain't that song for lil kids and teens?"
I'm at B-Dubs eating garlic parm and Asian zing
I'm fucking on your slut now, I got you saying racist things
You yelling at your girl like "I hate that one Indian dude"
Yeah, if I fucked my girl, I'd hate me too
You brought her to my show, I took your money and your lady, too
Put that gun down and tell your momma that she raised a fool
Your bitch left my dick half soft, dripping in drool
You ain't bouta be no damn rapper, stop skipping school
I hitting bad hoes and green crack, you hitting Juuls
She ain't never bouta let you crack boy, look at you
You ain't got one thing I can't get took from you
My Asian fine shit wouldn't as much as rook at you
Oh nice, you fucking on ugly hoes and hookers too?
You not eating good just cause you eating food
You seen the depth chart on my team? How could I even lose?
Drop an X bar, now I'm slower than a PS2
I started doing drugs when Future dropped DS2
I ain't never fucked your bitch, she a eater
You ain't even supposed to know that she told me
"Don't be on them songs telling everybody in the world
About the things that we be doing"
You would think that my Sprite went to TCU
Your girl touching on my balls - that's a PBU
My email a MGMT, yours is EDU
The fuck you at the function for? Ain't no one in here eating you
Shaheer in East Lansing, scamming white boys on GPUs
I got my bitch Prada, now she asking me for Miu Miu
My bitch Prada down, my bitch and my cup brown
I fucked up and took a groupie hoe to uptown
I got your bitch in the crib doing up-downs
That's the 'your bitch getting fucked' sound
That's the Drac, it's a run down (shit)
Chrome bucket hat on, pull a Kung Lao
Exchanging USD for Yen - that's some Kung Pao chicken
Alright, lil freak hoe could suck the puss out a pimple (ooh)
Matter fact, she could suck the slug out a pistol
Touchdown with skittle bowls, run routes like I'm Kittle
Should tell from the bussdown whistle I'm official
You ain't get no buns, you a God-tier gooner (gooner)
Like, you ain't get no dubs, you a God-tier loser
They let me spark when I hopped in, this a God-tier Uber
He might hit a full court shot, I'm with God-tier shooters
I thought I'd be a Wolverine and ended up in Washtenaw (shit)
But fuck that, all this rap money washed it off (I swear)
I had my shotta in your yard like he lost his dog
Sandlot vibes, backdoor like we lost the ball
Bambino, huh, we gon hop the fence
Fuck a counterpunch, I specialize in Glock defense
Delete your IG story (please)
I promise nobody in your followers wants to watch you vent (corn)
