Kiwiland
35 is looking icy, all these hoes are looking dicey
All this shit that fucking binds me, keeps me tied it fucking blinds me
Shoo in the way, bitch you better move
Socc in the stu with the crew
Pushin' out tracks like a factory, all in the gallery
But it's never satisfactory
In Circle C with the comrade, man
I'm a real soldier rock dog tags, man
You can get fried in the pan
You can get smoked like a mild
You just tryna fuck the band
I'm just tryna cop ten bands, that's the plan, but I won't be happy
Without a script full of xans, then I will be better
Rx on my sweater, keep me warm in rainy weather
Dripping water down my face, then that rain turn to a zephyr
Then I turn into a zephyr
Flying through the clouds
Got the gat on my hip, with the slaps and the hits
Now I just gotta say all this shit out loud
Shoo, got some voices in his head
Pump 'em all full of lead
(Pop, pop, pop, r̃aa)
Shoot 'em, 'til they, fucking, dead
'Round my body where the chains hang
Tying me down to the riverbed where I lay my head to rest
Flunking the test, so I'm still under a good bit of that motherfucking stress
Just to be the fucking best in the west just with that draw
All these hoes say that they ball
Now they all just fucking bawl when they see Shoo just casually walk into the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Still tweaking
Peace is all in pieces like the pictures in my head
'Til I'm dead not afraid of the end anymore
Such a bore, this kid's not talking about all of the bitches that he fucks and bud that he pushes and smokes like a skunk
On the road
Kill, road kill
Bloody antlers from the ten point buck, doesn't give a fuck
Never scared to swerve the Chevy truck
Into the water where piranhas wander, they bite off my skin I never win
Pulling the teeth out my scalp like a stake in my vest on my chest
Socc, got some voices in his head
Pump 'em all full of lead
(Pop, pop, pop, gr̃aa)
Shoot 'em, 'til they, fucking, dead
'Round my body where the chains hang
Tying me down to the riverbed where I lay my head to rest
Flunking the test, so I'm still under a good bit of that motherfucking stress
Just to be the fucking best in the west just with the draw
All these hoes say that they ball
Now they all just fucking bawl when they see Socc just casually walk in the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Still tweaking
All this shit that fucking binds me, keeps me tied it fucking blinds me
Shoo in the way, bitch you better move
Socc in the stu with the crew
Pushin' out tracks like a factory, all in the gallery
But it's never satisfactory
In Circle C with the comrade, man
I'm a real soldier rock dog tags, man
You can get fried in the pan
You can get smoked like a mild
You just tryna fuck the band
I'm just tryna cop ten bands, that's the plan, but I won't be happy
Without a script full of xans, then I will be better
Rx on my sweater, keep me warm in rainy weather
Dripping water down my face, then that rain turn to a zephyr
Then I turn into a zephyr
Flying through the clouds
Got the gat on my hip, with the slaps and the hits
Now I just gotta say all this shit out loud
Shoo, got some voices in his head
Pump 'em all full of lead
(Pop, pop, pop, r̃aa)
Shoot 'em, 'til they, fucking, dead
'Round my body where the chains hang
Tying me down to the riverbed where I lay my head to rest
Flunking the test, so I'm still under a good bit of that motherfucking stress
Just to be the fucking best in the west just with that draw
All these hoes say that they ball
Now they all just fucking bawl when they see Shoo just casually walk into the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Still tweaking
Peace is all in pieces like the pictures in my head
'Til I'm dead not afraid of the end anymore
Such a bore, this kid's not talking about all of the bitches that he fucks and bud that he pushes and smokes like a skunk
On the road
Kill, road kill
Bloody antlers from the ten point buck, doesn't give a fuck
Never scared to swerve the Chevy truck
Into the water where piranhas wander, they bite off my skin I never win
Pulling the teeth out my scalp like a stake in my vest on my chest
Socc, got some voices in his head
Pump 'em all full of lead
(Pop, pop, pop, gr̃aa)
Shoot 'em, 'til they, fucking, dead
'Round my body where the chains hang
Tying me down to the riverbed where I lay my head to rest
Flunking the test, so I'm still under a good bit of that motherfucking stress
Just to be the fucking best in the west just with the draw
All these hoes say that they ball
Now they all just fucking bawl when they see Socc just casually walk in the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Into the room, aye
Still tweaking
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Bradbury
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