Farmin’ lyrics

[Intro]
I would like to introduce my p*nis

[Verse 1]
I got my wrist glowing like the south
I got three dude's p*nis inside my mouth
I got my grandma, she got gout
Ow
I c*m so fast pull out speedometer
She got a pus*y, so I don’t f*ck with her
I got dudes, I never doubt
I got eight men inside my f*cking house
I beat my wife every Saturday
I'm gay so I don't like getting laid
I work at KFC so I don’t get paid

Aye

[Bridge]
Sorry about that, I'm-
I needed the beat switch so bad man, I'm so sorry y'all
Bulky, f*ck you

[Verse 2]
Diamonds on my wrist glowing off the f*cking rizz
I just took your b*tch to get some fish
I'mma light her up like a f*cking candle wick
I got gold teeth lookin' like goldfish p*ss
Look at me, diamonds on my teeth like Hennessy
Better be, why you lookin' like a f*cking canapy (check please)
And I pay with diamonds like a dance queen
Got the keys so I can unlock you and your pus*y
[Bridge]
Back to reality
Drunker than a farmer with buckteeth
Bulky why'd you have to do this to me (choking)
I f*cking hate myself
I could make a better beat with a f*cking belt (belt sounds)
No
I’m gonna eat a pinecone
I’m gonna squeeze a toad
Until it throws up

(I walk around like that)


[Verse 3]
Finger on the trigger if a
Wants some smoke I let this choppa eat his liver (boom)
I came with that .38, I'm leaving with a body
If he try me, do him sloppy, shootin’ out the big body

(I walk around like that)

Finger on the trigger if a
Wants some smoke I let this choppa eat his liver (boom)
I came with that .38, I'm leaving with a body
If he try me, do him sloppy, shootin' out the big body
[Bridge]
(sniff) RIP to all my real ones
This ones for Frankle dot xyz
The best website to ever do exist

[Verse 4]
RIP to homie Frankle, I'm tranquil
They want a bank loan, I’m dazzled
I'm tearing like a table that spilled on with all that fanta
Look at my wrist, glowing shining
I'm off the watch, four then five and
I want some tea, call it up
I got no beef, call a cow
Look at my neck, ooh aah
Dazzled cause you got the food from the platter
Your neck so big, you gone need a ladder
I'm gonna shake you out like some batter
No, no
Please don't bring it back, please, please

[Outro]
Got some chicken, no fish
Call back the b*tch I
Want to take a f*cking hit
Of lean, and that cryst, I
f*cking finally