Chitty Bang - PROF, Devin the Dude, Jarren Benton

A chitty chitty bang bang

Got my high coming in with the tide

Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind

Oh my, I’m high.

(x2)

Backwoods got me feeling top billing

In the back of a barbecue arguing with children

Drop top grand-am

Walk off grand slam

Jean Claude Van Damme

Chew bubble gum, talk and dance

Calm down.

Man, don’t make me call 'bam bam'

Man you a tall ass man

Where’d you get the pants

Do a dance, let me see your hands

Do a dance, 'Shad McCants, Ima do my dougy

Smoke a plant, Peter pan, when I’m feeling muddy

In a jam, well that can be typical

I ain’t going to lie ya, lately court has been difficult

Simmer down cowboy, just enjoy the ride

Relax and wait for the tide

So hit m if you need a chauffeur to rent

I’ll give 'm eye contact

Show 'em how sober I am

A chitty chitty bang bang

Got my high coming in with the tide

Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind

Oh my, I’m high.

(x2)

Me oh my, the old guy, he’s so high

I think he eating on a frito pie

How many sweets?

About 3 4 5. Can’t count

Dracula teeth in his mouth but no doubt

The dudes got klout, runs a different route

Always in and out, nah.

he ain’t sniffing powder

He just naturally crazy, pass the sweets daily

Back and forth, rebound, crash the boards

Run the wood, put it in the hole

Assist to another nigga, as he give it a go

Pick up your ho, she’s on the corner of Broadway

Refused to lick my nuts, say they was salty

But I just got through hooping man

She went down on me, shit, who’s to blame

Chitty chitty bang bang

I had to pass, she had no ass, titties plain Jane

A chitty chitty bang bang

Got my high coming in with the tide

Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind

Oh my, I’m high.

(x2)

Yeah, different strain of cannabis I burn on leisure

Stuff a cone and get higher than a perm on Jesus

She smoking her favorite strain

This shit turn on skeezers

I get topped off and dipped

I’m like bitch I don’t need ya, pysch

You know I love you when im ripped of reefer

My niggas be hitting trees like a pissed off Keebler, get it?

My grandmomma flushed a zip down the toilet

You don’t smoke inside of her house

We on different accordance

It’s 420 these bitches out here feeling euphoric

Give me the roses while I’m breathing take a trip to the florist

Legalize it in the A. You know that shit is historic

I’m at a loss for words like a hidden thesaurus

We all be going through it, pray that niggas will flourish

You can catch me in the cut just like a bitches clitoris

Roll it up, light it.

Then we lift off in orbit

With Prof and my nigga Devin someone kicking the chorus

A chitty chitty bang bang

Got my high coming in with the tide

Feeling like a brute, true one of a kind

Oh my, I’m high.

(x2)