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[Intro – Prof] A chitty chitty bang bang Got my high coming in with the tide Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind Oh my, I’m high.. (x2)
[Verse 1 – Prof] Backwoods got me feeling top billing In the back of a barbecue arguing with children Drop top grand-am Walk off grand slam Jean Claude Van Damme
Chew bubble gum, talk and dance Calm down. Man, don’t make me call ‘bam bam’ Man you a tall ass man Where’d you get the pants Do a dance, let me see your hands
Do a dance, ‘Shad McCants, Ima do my dougy Smoke a plant, Peter pan, when I’m feeling muddy In a jam, well that can be typical I ain’t going to lie ya, lately court has been difficult
Simmer down cowboy, just enjoy the ride Relax and wait for the tide So hit mе if you need a chauffeur to rent I’ll give ‘еm eye contact Show ’em how sober I am
[Chorus – Prof] A chitty chitty bang bang Got my high coming in with the tide Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind Oh my, I’m high.. (x2)
[Verse 2 – Devin the Dude] Me oh my, the old guy, he’s so high I think he eating on a frito pie How many sweets? About 3 4 5. Can’t count Dracula teeth in his mouth but no doubt
The dudes got klout, runs a different route Always in and out, nah.. he ain’t sniffing powder He just naturally crazy, pass the sweets daily Back and forth, rebound, crash the boards
Run the wood, put it in the hole Assist to another nigga, as he give it a go Pick up your ho, she’s on the corner of Broadway Refused to lick my nuts, say they was salty
But I just got through hooping man She went down on me, shit, who’s to blame Chitty chitty bang bang I had to pass, she had no ass, titties plain Jane
[Chorus – Prof] A chitty chitty bang bang Got my high coming in with the tide Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind Oh my, I’m high.. (x2)
[Verse 3 – Jarren Benton] Yeah, different strain of cannabis I burn on leisure Stuff a cone and get higher than a perm on Jesus She smoking her favorite strain This shit turn on skeezers I get topped off and dipped I’m like bitch I don’t need ya, pysch
You know I love you when im ripped of reefer My niggas be hitting trees like a pissed off Keebler, get it? My grandmomma flushed a zip down the toilet You don’t smoke inside of her house We on different accordance
It’s 420 these bitches out here feeling euphoric Give me the roses while I’m breathing take a trip to the florist Legalize it in the A. You know that shit is historic I’m at a loss for words like a hidden thesaurus
We all be going through it, pray that niggas will flourish You can catch me in the cut just like a bitches clitoris Roll it up, light it. Then we lift off in orbit With Prof and my nigga Devin someone kicking the chorus
[Chorus – Prof] A chitty chitty bang bang Got my high coming in with the tide Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind Oh my, I’m high.. (x2)
