The Fuccbois - The Harvest

Yeah
Star
Fuccbois
We going in
Straight Fire Vol. 1
The new tape
Let's get it
Fuccbois
Harvest

I pick these bitches like berries
Her lips be red like cherries
I give her my Alaskan bull worm, big, pink, and scary
These bitches get undressed, just to get my treasure chest
They gold diggers like Sandy
Got more money than Blandy
I throw money around, bitches crawling on the ground
Tryna pick up what they can, they know that I'm the man
When I pull up all these bitches scream
Patrick Star on the scene, throwing green, Star

We picking these bitches like berries
We out here living like Larry
It's summertime, we staying up late
I don't give a fuck bitch, I slay

I'm burning all these rows
Stop picking, be my hoe
Stay away from the bees
You'll make more on your knees
Bitch

It's the harvest, and you'd better recognize
Aiming at your head with a .45
I decide if you gon' live or die
You are left in which I am right
Shoot I might, AK, pistol, any size
You fuckers about to die
You fuckers about to die
You fuckers about to die
I'm getting super high
I am super fly, I'm your bitch's guy
I'm getting super high
I am super fly, I'm your bitch's guy
I'm getting super high
I am super fly, I'm your bitch's guy
I'm getting super high
I am super fly, I'm your bitch's guy

Fuck that bitch in the tub
After that I dump her ass just like a tub
She calling me a motherfucking scrub
Starfish so I never get my hands scrubbed
Bout to swerve on 'em in the brand new yacht
Gold ass watch just to show 'em what I got
Fucking with a brand new thot
One hand on her leg, other hand on a knot
New boat go 56 knots
Tying up that sail in a goddamn knot
Motherfuckers think I'm fake, I show 'em that I'm not
Pull up on 'em with the drugs in the trunk, no cops
Brand new shoes, I gotta cop
My backyard, shit looking like Lost
My fucking house look like a state
Come on down to my fucking estate, star

Picking these bitches like berries
Spitting this verse through my airway
Running this shit like a staircase
Met my match, trappers got the mace
Bitch smell like perfume, like No Shape
Did 2 dollops of daisy, don't hate
Star be selling the cocaine
All I be getting is the pay no bitch, Yung

I'm burning all these rows
Stop picking, be my hoe
Stay away from the bees
You'll make more on your knees

Wake up at 6
A day of work you don't miss
Alright, I see
You don't wanna mess with a bad dude like me
I'll dump you here and now
I'm sorry bitch but I'm out
Yeah, see you later

Why are you laughing?
Did you just sit on the toilet?
No
What the fuck?
I'm sitting on the rubber part

Written by:
Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter

Publisher:
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