Sandwitches Lyrics - Hodgy Beats

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature 

Fuck you think I made Odd Future for? 

To wear fucking suits and make good decisions? 

Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang 

Who the fuck invited Mr. I Don't Give a Fuck 

Who cries about his daddy and a blog because his music sucks? (I did!) 

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully I had enough 

And fuck rolling papers, I'm a rebel, bitch, I'm ashing blunts (Sorry) 

Full of shit, like I ate that John 

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong 

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom 

With nice homes, forty one K's, and nice ass lawns 

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit 

Like Ellen Degeneres clitoris is playing with dick 

I'm jealous as shit, 'cause I ain't got no home meal to come to 

So, if you do, I'm throwing fingers out screaming "fuck you" 

I got ten of these Kennedy's 

Not Dom, but if I was a Dahm, I would be Jeffery 

'preme hat the color of a leprechaun with leprosy 

I'm fucking 'bout it, 'bout it, like I'm Master P in ninety six 

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks 

Surprised she hasn't taked the nasty dick inside her alley you 

The Golf Wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again 

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again 

I'm going harder than a midget jumping over me 

Chronic youth, I'm shoving blunt wraps in bitches ovaries 

Punches to the stomach where that bastard kid supposed to be 

Fuck a mask, I want that ho to know it's me, ugh 

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

Wolf Gang, triple six crew 

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang 

Wolf Gang kill them 

My love is gone for you mommy, you could ride in hearses 

I'm sick in the brain dumb bitch, can you nurse this? 

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect 

Then you smoke a J of weed, and take his kids to the churches 

Uh, fuck church, they singing and the shit ain't even worth it 

In the choir, whores and liars, scumbags and the dirt, bitch 

You told me God was the answer 

When I ask him for shit, I get no answer, so God is the cancer 

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel 

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle 

Triple six is my number, you can get it off my Tumblr 

Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, it's the Wolf Gang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang 

It's the Wolf Gang, Wolf Gang 

Wolf Gang, triple six crew 

It's the Wolf Gang, Golf Wang 

Wolf Gang kill them 

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now 

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground 

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds 

"My baby daddy shoot bricks, the nigga also shoot rounds" 

Cause if I shoot blanks, oops, thanks 

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank 

Free Earl, that's the fucking shit 

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks 

Um, Wolf Gang, that's the fucking clique 

Golf Wang kill them all nigga, triple six 

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches 

We don't need y'all, The Fader's who we really fucking with, bitch 

And we don't fucking make horror-core, you fucking idiots 

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box