Da Other Way Lmao

[Verse 1: Sensei Boolin]
I don't tote yoppas everyday (nah)
But I do got myself a Mary Kay (true true)
Got that mad loud, ouchea with Mary Jane (hell yeah)
Go oppa stompin', have him stumble the wrong way
That day gon' be a fun day
He tryna dip, finna chase him down the wrong way
If you don't want smoke, go take yo ass the other way
Smoke you down to a roach bitch I don't play
Ouchea smokin' jits like a dutch
Them bullets gonna turn yo ass to dust
Before you run up on me, think about the worst
I might just put yo ass in a hearse

[Doc Holiday & Rival]
You're so drunk you can't hit nothin'
In fact, you're probably seein' double-
I have two guns, one for each of ya

[Verse 2: Young Testicle]
Smokin' crack up outta lightbulb, bitch I don't know how to act
Losin' braincells huffin' lysol, then I make another track
I scribblе thoughts and think of titles
Fuck yo hoe from front to back
I got some m's, I fuckin lag
I might just fucking kill a hag
Putting rags in bottlеs of gasoline to light up this gas
Molotovs is what I'm spittin, chewin' on some fucking glass
STG, we puff-puff pass and sit hoes down like fucking class
This crack got me itchin as if I ain't just contracted some crabs
Smoke like mufflers, merc your brothers
Hit him with that bull-bar bumper
Stiff like shutters, hearin' colors, knock him into the next summer
Hoe what you want? Acting like I'll cuff her
Hit him so hard make his body spiral like he buffer

{Verse 3: Sensei Boolin]
We rollin' 4 deep in a Sonata
Ouchea coppin' yoppas, my new favorite is a choppa
I be smokin' opps in my pajamas
Please don't pull up with a llama
Bitch I'll smoke you at a WaWa
I'm faster than a Mamba, it's the gravedigger saga
Then you catch a bullet to your back, bitch we screamin' "YAGA"