African Waffles

[Intro]
Garbage Boyz
Garbage Boyz
Yo

[Verse]
Garbage Boyz till I mothafuckin' OD
My team strong and we smoking on some O.G.​
We blow tree, and I never wear a gold piece
But your bitch still wanna fuckin' blow me
So I took her to the back where she blew my sack
Cumming on her rack, so I let her watch this money stack
Damn, this rappin' shit is too easy
And I got a classy girl, and your bitch is fuckin' sleazy, ah
Smoking weed by the ounce, how you feel, boy?
Slap a booty while it bounce, how you feel, boy?
I'm on my mattress, all I do is smoke weed
Come home faded, eat some food and watch some fuckin' TV
Momma, I'm sorry, I'm just tryna get the fuckin' fame, man
I'll do this rappin' shit till they fuckin' go insane
They'll fuckin' know my name
They'll fuckin' know my name, bitch
This David Casillas getting done by a Latina and she make me quesadillas
I said money's on my mind and I swear I'll get the cash 'cause I'm always on my grind, eh
I won't stop till my mothafuckin' socks Gucci
I won't stop till you see in the fuckin' movie
Huh, yeah

[Outro: Brennan Huff from Step Brothers (2008)]
Garbage Boyz, yeah, Trash Boyz
I don’t want to wake up Robert and Nancy
My throat’s sore, I’ve had a sore throat for a month and a half
And this is not an acoustic environment that’s suitable to request this from me