Fuzzy Dice Balls lyrics

[Intro: Comethazine]
n*gga, I'm off so many pills right now, so I'm sayin'
Make some motherf*ckin' grape juice with the Wock', Wockhardt
Wock'-Wock'
I feel like Slump God in this b*tch
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Comethazine]
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 n*gga to a running back, uh
pus*y pop it for a couple back, uh

[Verse 1: Comethazine]
Do-rag, feelin' like a Bow Wow, uh
Make a pus*y run from the pounce-out, uh
pus*y come outside sound like surround sound, uh
Old school G with the bop-out, uh
Make the n*ggas hot like the cops out, uh
I f*cked on that bih, then I popped out, uh
I can only f*ck with a model bih, uh
Money be fatter than hippopotamus, uh
All of my n*ggas are from the bottom, bih
Leave a hole in a n*gga like, "Who shot you, b*tch?", uh
Leave a n*gga toast like a strudel
Your b*tch lick my bone like a poodle, uh
[Chorus: Comethazine & Joey Trap]
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 n*gga to a running back, uh
pus*y pop it for a couple back (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Joey Trap]
b*tch I'm the Kloud God, what the f*ck?
Like I'm pourin' water from the dirt
Countin' up 1000, what the f*ck?
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 n*gga, 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 n*ggas is evil
I'm sellin' Cobain, got that Kurt
I saw that rack b*tch, 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 di*k like it's a chapstick
Now I look at my belt, it's a Fendi like, mm
f*ck 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)