Gg
Dysfunctional
Pockets hardly Huxtable
But that's adjustable
Working towards untouchable
Garage keeping triple
Paychecks for my scribbles
You all talk and I walk
Who taught you to dribble
I'm super sick with it, Simple triple double
I spit.acid, that eats through skin, you in trouble if
Khantact with it. I rap. I rip. I rhyme
No Dylan, no lyin' I spit hot Fire
My issue is you
No way I miss you with missiles
Your Mrs. misused don't miss you or kiss you
Bet she gon' ditch you for me
So off with you or your head
You need a couple of tissues?
I'm cooking like barbecue
And boy you know that I eat
If I spot it I cop it gotta keep cuffs in my jeans
I know y'all waiting for it, puff on some green
I'm throwing up for my team
Yo he's talking bout me!!
Balling on her Globetrotter vagine
Boy I mean I'm crazy
Shit. Could paint a picture with a thousand words
Is it worth it
Spending pennys to afford a fortune
disproportionate-Ego enormous
With a corpus, fit of double XL
What the hells in store for him
Distortion? Album sales or rigor mortis
Cause he boring, and the story is close to one they heard before
The out come could be one of a thousand
But I'm restoring balance to the force
My head bouncing like "damn this shit is awesome"
Bobbin' along with songs yes
Behind a lot of thoughts, kinda lost
But that's the process
Chillin' at the lake. You know I keep it Loch Ness
Ball out with the team. Lob the rock, you got it Wes
Baby is you smoking?
She say yup
I got money on it
Damn it lil mama that's what's up
I got something for ya
Put it on her then she be like...
Wes you something
If you want it you can have it I'm like yup
God damn
Blood Sweat and Beers is one hell of a concoction
Think up a little fire and throw it in the pot
And perfect the sound then I drop it
Flowing so obnoxious
I try to give some hope as a rapper with a conscious
Ahh
Two TVs in my living room
Left is Bron Bron
Right is Rocket League I give it to 'em
Savage! Savage
You average, average
I'm at it again
Look what be happening when they let me loose
Wow
"Great pass". Dont know how I made it
"What a save" off the other played
Call it "calculated"
I'll dig your grave. I'm a beast B
Hat trick with the ad libs
When I'm done I say "GG"
(GG)
Pockets hardly Huxtable
But that's adjustable
Working towards untouchable
Garage keeping triple
Paychecks for my scribbles
You all talk and I walk
Who taught you to dribble
I'm super sick with it, Simple triple double
I spit.acid, that eats through skin, you in trouble if
Khantact with it. I rap. I rip. I rhyme
No Dylan, no lyin' I spit hot Fire
My issue is you
No way I miss you with missiles
Your Mrs. misused don't miss you or kiss you
Bet she gon' ditch you for me
So off with you or your head
You need a couple of tissues?
I'm cooking like barbecue
And boy you know that I eat
If I spot it I cop it gotta keep cuffs in my jeans
I know y'all waiting for it, puff on some green
I'm throwing up for my team
Yo he's talking bout me!!
Balling on her Globetrotter vagine
Boy I mean I'm crazy
Shit. Could paint a picture with a thousand words
Is it worth it
Spending pennys to afford a fortune
disproportionate-Ego enormous
With a corpus, fit of double XL
What the hells in store for him
Distortion? Album sales or rigor mortis
Cause he boring, and the story is close to one they heard before
The out come could be one of a thousand
But I'm restoring balance to the force
My head bouncing like "damn this shit is awesome"
Bobbin' along with songs yes
Behind a lot of thoughts, kinda lost
But that's the process
Chillin' at the lake. You know I keep it Loch Ness
Ball out with the team. Lob the rock, you got it Wes
Baby is you smoking?
She say yup
I got money on it
Damn it lil mama that's what's up
I got something for ya
Put it on her then she be like...
Wes you something
If you want it you can have it I'm like yup
God damn
Blood Sweat and Beers is one hell of a concoction
Think up a little fire and throw it in the pot
And perfect the sound then I drop it
Flowing so obnoxious
I try to give some hope as a rapper with a conscious
Ahh
Two TVs in my living room
Left is Bron Bron
Right is Rocket League I give it to 'em
Savage! Savage
You average, average
I'm at it again
Look what be happening when they let me loose
Wow
"Great pass". Dont know how I made it
"What a save" off the other played
Call it "calculated"
I'll dig your grave. I'm a beast B
Hat trick with the ad libs
When I'm done I say "GG"
(GG)
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Writer(s): Angus Khan, Wesley Peak
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