1942 lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf*ckin' beat?)
Grrah, ayy
(Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherf*cker)

[Chorus]
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-b*tch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-b*tch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze

[Verse]
Woah there, buddy, where you goin' with that sack?
I'ma bring that b*tch back, I'ma bring that b*tch back
If the plug tryna tax, I'ma bring that b*tch back
I'ma run in that b*tch, I'ma push his sh*t back
When it come to robbin', I'm a genius
Now I'm on that space sh*t, people pay they money just to come and see me
All these pus*y n*ggas wanna be me
Ride 'round with like four sticks
Police hit the lights, they disappear, no genie
[Chorus]
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-b*tch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze
Coolin', vibin', I been smokin', I been drinkin' too
Rapper weed by the ounce, we sippin' 1942
It's a hundred shots in that chopper, don't make a move
Or this bi-b*tch leave you slumped, leave you drunk, bullets mixed with booze