Joey Trap, Comethazine - Fuzzy Dice Balls lyrics

Nigga, I'm off so many pills right now
So I'm sayin'
Make some motherfuckin' grape juice
With the Wock', wockhardt
Wock' Wock'
I feel like Slump God in this bitch
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy

No roof when the baby go old school
'92 fuzzy dice balls like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack in the booth
VVS on my wrist like hand on my tool
Turn a nigga to a running back, uh
Pussy pop it for a couple back, uh

Do rag, feelin' like a Bow Wow, uh
Make a pussy run from the pounce-out, uh
Pussy come outside sound like surround sound
Uh old school G with the bop-out, uh
Make the niggas hot like the cops out, uh
I fucked on that bih, then I popped out, uh
I can only fuck with a model bih, uh
Money be fatter than hippopotamus, uh
All of my niggas are from the bottom, bih
Leave a hole in a nigga
Like, "Who shot you, bitch?", uh
Leave a nigga toast like a strudel
Your bitch lick my bone like a poodle, uh

No roof when the baby go old school
'92 fuzzy dice balls like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack in the booth
VVS on my wrist like hand on my tool
Turn a nigga to a running back, uh
Pussy pop it for a couple back (Ayy, ayy)

Bitch I'm the Kloud God, what the fuck?
Like I'm pourin' water from the dirt
Countin' up 1000, what the fuck?
If you see a girl, I'm 'bout to tag
Take a lot of acid and I say I'm on a trip
I be countin' hunnids and I
Keep 'em in the crib run up on a nigga
Then you 'bout to meet the tip
'Cause you know, four cops banging on
Like, deep in the submarine
You say you hot, but you wannabe
Hate when they run from me
Turn down no fate, and that's honesty
She in my limousine, sippin' promethazine
Me and Comethazine sleepy, hey
Poke with that nicotine
Head like a guillotine
She watchin' TV, she freaky, yeah
You like Home Depot, got work
Pull up, put you on a shirt
Pull up, put you in the dirt
Do like Home Depot, my pockets on depot
Mad 'cause your bank account
Do like Home Depot, my niggas is evil
I'm sellin' Cobain, got that Kurt
I saw that rack bitch, my money is longer
Now I feel like Lil Uzi Vert 'Kay, now
Your girlfriend told me she
Like how I'm rappin'
Wait, never look like chicken noodle
My dick like it's a chapstick
Now I look at my belt, it's a Fendi like, mm
Fuck on your girl, sippin' Henny like, mm
I change my flow, I got plenty like, mm
Talkin' 'bout guns, we got plenty like, mm
I got a 30 clip, yeah
I got a 30 clip (I got a 30)