Honey I Shrunk The Kids
I got the check and got rid of people
Yeah
(Whoa Kenny)
Gotta still fuck with the little people
Honey, I shrunk the kids
Honey, I shrunk the kids
Honey, I shrunk the kids, kids
I got the check and got rid of people
Honey, I blew up the kids
Honey, I blew up the kids
Honey, I blew up the kids, kids
Honey, I shrunk the peas
Honey, I blew up the bread
Honey, I tucked the cheese
Honey, I threw out the G's
I never threw out no lean
They say it's bad for me, I say it's blasphemy
Fuck it, just pass the weed
Pull up on enemies, with the two .23s
I'm 'bout to get cheese
Shoppin' in Neiman's I blew 'least a dub
Shooters is demons who eat with the plug
They really your dog, better feed all the wolves
Beat that thing down when I'm beatin' it up
It could go down in the section
My lil' nigga strapped down for protection
And my big homie be 'round for connectin'
No this ain't the internet, pullin' up at the section
Pullin' up in the intersection
If a nigga testin', I been aggressively flexin'
I really hustle with Mexicans
Most of my bitches Mexican
Don't need no people's address
All of that shit don't impress me
I don't think you street 'cause you be textin'
I'm just receiving his blessings, yeah ooh
Gotta still fuck with the little people
Honey, I shrunk the kids
Honey, I shrunk the kids
Honey, I shrunk the kids, kids
I got the check and got rid of people
Honey, I blew up the kids
Honey, I blew up the kids
Honey, I blew up the kids, kids
I got the check and got rid of people, yeah
Writer/s: Jason Jamal Jackson, Kenneth Charles III Blume
