Riot Interlude (The Race)
In this race, im Michael Phelps
Place u ain't never been
Pace u ain't never felt
Outer Space Gucci, This must be Orions Belt
Out of state coochie, she fuck me an don't let no one else
Huh i ride the beat like im inside my house
Lights off yeah i can find the couch
Lights off nigga i can catch a mouse
45 hit his tail, brains out his mouth
We ain't worried bout the stains, cuz we'll wash it out
Leave his egg scrambled like waffle house
You know its real gang gang ain't no squashing out
We squading up an then we bring the squadron out
Tell em hold em up
Kush be rolling up
That outer state, like we out of town
How u keep on balling when u out of bounds
Ya gun got a filter, its been out of rounds
You out of line till u lost n found
Lose ya life, not a like when u crossing town
Cuz Ig cant save you
No I.T but my tec going grade u
Vitals aint stable
I don't watch tv, i power my cable
Takeover ya trap with the Kane im Abel
No pay cuts, u take cuts ill engrave u
Long hours, no showers, she might smell my navel
But still let me fuck till i nut, my hazel
Her tits on grapefruit, popping out her spacesuit
We get high
But stay fly like 36
We stay juiced
When i pee i see lean
When i nut she taste goose
Got damn this bitch wild
She ate child like hey Zeus
Oh my god, You think that it'll be odd to do a menage
Pull up by the garage, hop out with all this sauce
Lean sippin, Gucci down like a boss
8 planes n a loft, goddamn i could dream right?
It just seem right, but fuck that i got to get my team right
Place u ain't never been
Pace u ain't never felt
Outer Space Gucci, This must be Orions Belt
Out of state coochie, she fuck me an don't let no one else
Huh i ride the beat like im inside my house
Lights off yeah i can find the couch
Lights off nigga i can catch a mouse
45 hit his tail, brains out his mouth
We ain't worried bout the stains, cuz we'll wash it out
Leave his egg scrambled like waffle house
You know its real gang gang ain't no squashing out
We squading up an then we bring the squadron out
Tell em hold em up
Kush be rolling up
That outer state, like we out of town
How u keep on balling when u out of bounds
Ya gun got a filter, its been out of rounds
You out of line till u lost n found
Lose ya life, not a like when u crossing town
Cuz Ig cant save you
No I.T but my tec going grade u
Vitals aint stable
I don't watch tv, i power my cable
Takeover ya trap with the Kane im Abel
No pay cuts, u take cuts ill engrave u
Long hours, no showers, she might smell my navel
But still let me fuck till i nut, my hazel
Her tits on grapefruit, popping out her spacesuit
We get high
But stay fly like 36
We stay juiced
When i pee i see lean
When i nut she taste goose
Got damn this bitch wild
She ate child like hey Zeus
Oh my god, You think that it'll be odd to do a menage
Pull up by the garage, hop out with all this sauce
Lean sippin, Gucci down like a boss
8 planes n a loft, goddamn i could dream right?
It just seem right, but fuck that i got to get my team right
Credits
Writer(s): Rich Simms
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