Yung Festo - PAIR OF SHORTS Lyrics

Oh, oh oh (huh)
Huh, huh, huh (phew)
Uh, uh, uh (uh, uh)
Huh, huh (phew)

AR-15 on my hip, I keep it by my side
Every time I made a song on this beat I was very high
My anxiety takes over me and makes my ass decline
F*ck my life I'll be alright
While I do drugs and slowly die

Put on a pair of shorts that I paid 60 for
Looking real nice
As I turn on the stereo
Smoking a blunt while I'm sipping on dairy, hoe
Inside a '02 Camry when I'm spinnin', bro

Never needed any drugs unless you talkin' 'bout the weed
Cause I'ma cart fiend and I smoke blunts everyday heavily

Everyday I'm off that dro
Pull up with a ARP
So I'm high aiming for fun
But I might kill yo family

Chilling at home with my, Ah
Chilling at home with my kin
JK Festo don't got friends and Festo lonely 'til the end
But I did this by my dolo I stay solo 'til the end
I got lots of Benjamins and always keep a Penjamin

I don't need a feature on this song because I'll finish strong
I know I'm ugly but take it off I wanna see yo thong
Smoke a blunt become ching chong
Get locked up won't write my wrongs (skirt)
Pack a bowl light up the bong
I'm too busy cant pick up the phone

Don't worship Satan
They think I'm an antichrist
Don't call me Christian but I'll go to paradise
Chilling with Vishy and Kev
We is three-deep at home and if you hear the tone
Then leave me alone

Talking bout YK GLO he needs to grow with his baby face funny he looks like a gnome
Talk 'bout my clique and get put in a cone
Taurus is loaded send shots to yo dome

I am too high for this
I gotta slow down
Blinkers and shots of whiskey take away my frown (my frown)

If I commit suicide tonight
I will sleep sound
Pour me up that purple drink until I drown (grah)