good times

young-note yeah here we go chillin' on the east wit my boys down the street with the beat this ain't no car wash we don't greet we just having some fun always on the run no wait we ain't done sorry for the jokes we just do the puns playing airsoft we got the guns in the back we got the strap making it go click clack with a few racks make them have a panic attack hit them with sweet lil love tap we don't do a smack killing it on the track making it clap back we got a few stacks yo dumbass live in a shack all yall rap strait whack knowing them all like "wassup mack" all of yo bones make them go cracks eating a few tic tacs making a song no this ain't wrong smacking yo dumbass like a gong ripping a bong waking up at dawn teacher making us yawn shopping at the pawn we doing this for the money we aint no time sorry honey we all think this shit is funny nah we aint no fucking dummy