Whopper And A Forty (queeblo) Lyrics - Singles - Brad Neely

Well I got 5.45 and it's 5:45 

Gotta get a Whopper and 40 and ride 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me, right 

Working at the Michael's 

Got the first shift cracking packs 

Got my knife and my gun 

So, just step it back 

Only girlie near my age is a little odd 

No, that's mean, I should say she just into God 

So, tonight there's a party at this girl's house 

I think we're cool cos with stamps I always help her out 

She is fine but her friends are kind of this and thatness 

But with me I better help her find her inner Katniss 

So I dance with my manager Vance 

Asking if I could just get a friendly payment advance 

He blows me off 

So I scoff 

Throw my smock 

Check the clock 

Take it off 

Check my wad 

Feeling soft, all I got is.. 

5.45 and it's 5:45 

Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride 

Well I got 5.45 and it's 5:45 

Gotta get a Whopper and 40 and ride 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me, right 

We got the cheap wine 

The equine 

The real fine 

And the drink line 

The ursine 

The bovines 

The supine 

And the piss line 

I see Stamps with an idiot champ 

I'm waved over like red rover to the lady and tramp 

We are introduced, he's a dick like beetlejuice 

I pop my stick 

But she winks and it's sick 

So I chill just in the knick 

Yeah, you know I retract my Logans 

I ease up and slay with slogans 

I joke hard and I pose like Hogan 

Then I grin and I take my moment 

I'm clearing zones like I'm Indy Jones 

Out from the Tomb of bad perfume 

It's time to bring it back home 

I got me 5.45 and it's 5:45 

Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride 

Well I've got 5.45 and it's 5:45 

Gotta get a Whopper and a 40 and ride 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me 

Yeah, you know, you fuckin feel me, right 

Was that Queeblo?