Scrub lyrics

[Intro]
I just turned twenty one, but I drink way more than an old man
Got a new hoodie with a rag wrapped up, looking like the Taliban
Poured a whole deuce, now I'm leaning way harder than a kickstand
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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[Verse]
Let me get in that mode, let me get in my mood
Big blunt to the face, moving just like ooze
I just started my day, but I'm still finna geek
Me and my b*tch getting food, I told the cops I can't read
He asking for my I.D., I told him that I lost it
Somebody help me find my mind, because I think I lost it
I don't care about fashion, but still, I be saucing
In NY we gеt geeked, I don't know about Boston
I don't know about Austin, shut up, my b*tch calling
Wait, is that the money calling? Xhris2Eazy stay balling
Man, f*ck a tax, f*ck a audit, man, on thе beat, get retarded
Don't get Xhris stated, 'cause you better start wiling
You better go buck wild, they said I was a bad child
They said I was f*cked up, but look at me, now I'm up
Me and my b*tch been through a lot, but we still in love
Shawty turned me schizo, it's a real f*cked up love
Lay your ass down, cut you up just like I had scrubs
I'm a real boss, b*tch, I ain't got no time for scrubs
Shawty best be f*cking, man, I ain't pull up for no hug
I be in the ground shining like I was a stud
Haters see us and they can't keep up
New tiny pants on, they keep my di*k up
When my di*k hard, my shawty come and beat it up
It's only six o' clock, but I smoked seven blunts
Hop in my car, got to make a run, the liquor store about to close
I just turned twenty one, but I drink way more than an old man
Got a new hoodie with a rag wrapped up, looking like the Taliban
Poured a whole deuce, now I'm leaning way harder than a kickstand