HIPPIE JUMP Lyrics

Ok

Three, two, one, hit the treflip, run

Pigs stick on my ass, bet that gat don't stun

Acid tabs in this backpack and six on my tongue

Know how trippy it was when Vinny hit the HIPPIE JUMP

Tipsy drunk in the newest pair of shitty dunks

Black and milds since a child learned to fucking cuss

Tacking on these style points, I'm in a tabloid

Gotcha mom reading 'bout how I make my voice sound different

Everybody got they own opinion

I be shitting on these bitches like I'm Odell Beckham

Whole sale, no denim, it's Dickies and cuffed khakis

Catch me spitting venom like Methodists and Iraqis

So don't ask me stupid fucking questions

You're first impression get tested, detectives get it hectic

Protecting the crystal method in several seconds

No sir, I can't accept it

This new herb, it bought me twin turbs

I sold it for a crib in the suburbs

I ollie the sewers

Sir Vonnie is superman

Gotta hunnid dollars and brought it all to Japan

Spent it on collared shirts

Vonnie be cashing checks

Collard greens in this pot, no tex mex

New deck from workshop

I'm alien you're not

My board... is a UFO

Poppin' varials off the top of a Rolls

Bitch from U of O with a nose ring, she a ho

Hickies on my dick, might stick tentacle in bitch

Ben10 on this bitch, call her Gwendaline and shit

Aye

That's the truth

I'm the true cult leader of the youth

Anything I do, they gon' do

If I wear pink and blue

These fuckers wearing pink and blue

Pikachu coupe, no roof, two seats

And a bitch wit two hoops in each ear

She the premier cashier for ragtag

So I hadda fucking bag that

Slap that ass and ask where the crack at

Smack rap, flame on, baby Jack Jack

Trash that grass with my fucking independent trucks

Spitfire tires I'll retire when I give a fuck

WINTERGREEN

Fucking Vonnie's Mixtape

Fucking lucky as fuck

Mint Green shit

I hit treflips off bitches

Your mom