Muffin Man

[Verse 1: Golden BSP]
Backstreets back run it back I'ma run the scat made a 100 grand put it all in the duffle bag
Puff it pass it off to Russel Brand at the summer jam now I love his band ask him if he know the Muffin Man
Shawty wanna cuddle I don’t really wanna cuddle back
I just wanna fuck her while bumping a little Thundercat
Uncle Sam told me keep on fighting for the motherland
Got my (?) on my black leather (?)
(?) got up in my pants I'm a lumberjack
When I beat it off and forget that I got another hand
When I get depressive just go in and pop another tab now I'm manically stumbling through a summer camp
If you wanna battle we can battle and rap I’m finna beat you like a drum call me Anderson Paak
And if hе decent I'ma get it, gеt a pat on the back
But if he crushing I'ma beat him with the back of my hand
Like I'm slapping an ash you know I'm the man with the stash
I got 'em fiendin' for my lyrics like I'm handling crack
I got ’em hoppin’ on 'em bleeding like I’m back with the gang they know my pony got me feeling like I'm back on the ranch
I be smoking opium openly I'ma dosido homie close the door when I'm smoking it if my homies home
I just sit alone with that 40 I got it loaded up
Buck skin pony she know me call me Goldie though
All these horny hoe wanna blow me she love my horoscope
I got a lonely soul in my life it be like a horror show
Baby hold me closer but ride it like it’s a rodeo
Give her pony show if you know you know that I know you know
I just sold my soul to the holy ghost for a mobile phone
I don't know the code to get into it so I broke it though
I might overdose on a motorboat with a bowl of dope
I was sorta broke then I told myself I'ma go for gold
Run up in your trap with a mask on my face acting a raid take the money out the back of the safe
I haven't done this since back in the day I feel like thrashing your place
But I gotta get back on the stage and I'ma tell 'em they motherfucking hands up, handsome
Stop look it's a hand gun, I'm a bandit
Call your Daddy tell him give me ransom, random
Look up in the fridge and mixing it with the Fanta
Ripping up the potion like my last name is (?)
I got alot of dope and I'm selling it to the honor roll
My momma on the phone and she telling me I'm her pot of gold
Since her water broke I been killing it I'm unstoppable
But I gotta go I'm like adios out the Audi though
I'm in the Audi out of it outta be on alotta blow
I bust the cocoa up on the plate and sniff out the particles feel me get around the Bacardi out for the party folk
I be feeling stylish like I'm Diddy or I'm Billie Ellish
I got fifty diamonds on my pinky now my pink shining
Little bitty let me get inside her I'ma let her ride it
Lean up in my liver I'm looking like I'm a little higher
I just spilled the (?) sniffing it off the kitchen towel
Driving with the brick of Christina like I'm a limo driver
Baby laughing like a hyena I tell her zip it quiet
Feeling like Sublime in the 90's I wanna hit a riot
Now everybody rock your body I'ma give it all I got til' the cops are knocking and my weed loud (huh) Goldie got a sponsor
Bionic cjhronic got me smoking proper ganja (uh)
Pony club up cause they poppa taught him
All these rappers call me Dad like a foster father
I got Scotch and a box of condoms I'ma let her get on top she a foxy momma (uh)
She just wanna pop oxy cotton shawty on and off the block it's a constant problem
I'ma fuck her if she toxic baby let me shoot it at her face like a rocket launcher