Cranberry Moonwalk

[Hook: Mike Fresh] If we're gonna smoke, gotta do it out a jar If we're gonna ride, gotta drop the top on the car I pull over to the side, you don’t mind if I play my guitar We’re just starin at the stars tryna figure out who we are Oh cranberry moon walk Cranberry moon walk [Verse 1] This shit amazing, 17 chips gotta calculate it Paid for tuition, that’s a graduation Killin through the presidents, that’s assassination Uh I smoke a half a acre Bang that bitch in her baby maker Look, I ain’t no baby maker She was hanging so tight I had to amputate her like uh I got shit to do Ball up, pour up, twist a few But hey I’ve been runnin' this shit so long I’mma fuck around and blow out a hip or two Like uh, that’s a workout She twerk so hard, she done twerked out And I swear this freak bitch ride my wave so long She know how to surf now [Hook] [Verse 2] I’m throwin that lumber at yo baby mama I’m smoking that Afghan, I call that Osama I got my own lane but I ain’t got No Genre I’m shittin on niggas, you might need a plunger Uh, no I ain’t got no worries No drummer, no drama, no drummer, no drama Uh and I’m whippin that Rari E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda And we deep like 300 From the east side, yes I keep it 100 Go and my weed hydroponic That chronic That chronic That chronic That chronic Smoke! Anything you done did Yes I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it I’ve done it And they think that they do but don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it don’t want it [Hook] [Bridge x2] Watch me put in work Yea I put in work Got these niggas mad ‘Cause I did it first Get yo feelings hurt Bet yo feelings hurt Got these niggas mad When they see that work [Hook] Uh and I’m whippin that Rari E Honda E Honda E Honda E Honda X2