Letra de Brown Bag

(First Verse)
Don't need to boast don't need to brag
Propose a toast, sippin' out bring out a brown bag
Don't need to brag don't need to boast
My mama got swag yelling out West Coast
Startin' early, posted at the pre-funk
Getting dirty, toasted off a speed bump
She's a cheap drunk sippin' on a peach rum
Word I heard were two-thirds to a threesome
We can be dumb banging like a beat drum
Billy ocean with the motion I'm a beach bum
Stay rooted to the booty like a tree stump
You say "how high" motherfucka we jump
Yeah you, smoke it if you got it
Find somebody at the bar to take a shot with
It's a party errybody put your cups up
We gettin' drunk, we gettin' wild, we gettin' fucked up
(Second Verse)
Sometimes, you gotta let go
Get loose, sip juice, you never know
Whatever goes, whatever take the pain away
Or breaks up the monotony of day-to-day
Don't let it fade away, you gotta give back
So consider this brown bag a gift wrap
Go on and lift that, tab and sip that
Sit back with a six-pack and get smashed
You ever drink in the streets like a hobo?
Gettin' twisted 'til your visions in slow-mo
I hope so, or is it just me?
You ever get drunk and drop quarters at the Lusty?
We must be trippin', there's a photo
Of me slippin' a midget up in a choke hold
So gone with this bottle of SoCo
Batshit crazy guano loco
(Third Verse)
Don't need to boast don't need to brag
Propose a toast, sippin' out bring out a brown bag
Don't need to brag don't need to boast
My mama got swag yelling out West Coast
In the cipher gettin' hyper goin' stupid
Spark the lighter, hit the fire, I'm a cool kid
Don't confuse it, make the music
Everybody in the spot 'gon lose it
Drink a few fits 'til you start pukin'
Now they fightin' in the streets, hadouken
I'm so tipsy gettin' frisky with a new chick
Sippin' on some whiskey gettin' busy in the Buick
Yeah you, smoke it if you got it
Find somebody at the bar to take a shot with
It's a party errybody put your cups up
We gettin' drunk, we gettin' wild, we gettin' fucked up
(Fourth Verse)
Sometimes, you gotta let it ride
House party, your place, let it something side
Never lied, never said I was a role model
Full throttle on this vodka the whole bottle
A cold combo with the Red Bull chase
The bass got cometh 'gon melt your face
You in outer space, we in powder glaze
Leave you cowards dazed with a sour taste
Then I sneak into a frat house
Drinkin' 'til I black out
Wake up with a smashed mouth
Got a girl we're kissin' I love it
Next thing I know she's pissin' in public
Oops, this girl is so gutter
Ain't the type a chick that you would take home to mother
That don't mean I can't lean her on the dumpster
Sticky situation like pages of a hustler
(Fifth Verse)
Don't need to boast don't need to brag
Propose a toast, sippin' out bring out a brown bag
Don't need to brag don't need to boast
My mama got swag yelling out West Coast
Gettin' gritty in the town I'm lovin' this
Don't bring the city down with your ugliness
We chugging shlites with the double fist
Slappin' ass so hot we need oven mitts
Find a couple chicks then we hug and kiss
Muffin' top won't stop me from luscious lips
Aye, captain goin' down like sunken ships
I'm checkin' this night off my bucket list
Yeah you, smoke it if you got it
Find somebody at the bar to take a shot with
It's a party errybody put your cups up
We gettin' drunk, we gettin' wild, we gettin' fucked up