[Verse 3: Ouija Macc]
Man somebody should have told yo ass about the ghost (they should!)
Talkin' bout you do the most we laugh and boy your roast (ahh)
It's been a helluva year it's time to propose a toast (yah)
(huh) Fucc that shit I'm bout to pop the toast, man
Ouija Macc about his mail you know I'm like the Post man
(hol' up)
Paperboy, Ridin' round in that scraper boy (ay)
Marlboro Red, no vapor boy yo baby mamma fellate the boy
Guess that's why they hate the boy
Let me demonstrate the boy
Pull up in a drop top purple people eater with the desert eagle pointed at your femur
Halle-fuckin'-Lujah look at him playing, he a believer (huh)
Look at my glocc (huh, yuh) Hey look at my nina (yuh!)
Look at my finger, finger yo shawty then I'ma squeeze it (uuh!)