Lysol

Low-res' like, 240p
Pray to the dead man, get up on your knee
Lo-fi desert eagle in the night stand
I got seven reasons, I won't fight man
Snow caps on my fingers, I'm the ice man
The type to shine without even turning the lights on
Every flow is just something for them to bite off
I am the result of never taking one night off
Team-sesh, embroidered on my vest

Too clean, sterilized, I'm lysol
Wax on, wax off, it's a test
Fuck tomorrow we're the next, show me right now
Up, high, down, low, too slow
Now I know you can't hang with the movement
I never thought I would ever get shit
That's why I think it came way sooner

Made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' be broke again
Sticky hands from the can
Collecting of the rose, damn

Stolen foreign, got horses like Arthur Morgan
See me in the section with the guys who important
Smokin' on the gas, just freshly imported
Doin pletho' with the mob, you can get extorted
Diamond necklaces, dope boy Jordans (wow)
Cut a bitch off quick if she get annoying (alright)

I get money in the trap, plus I get it tourin' (yeah)
Smoke two fat blunts every single morning (alright)
Then I fade away (yeah), up to outer space (alright)
Always been a reject, feeling out of place (for real)
Getting high just to coat with a day-to-day
Lay my soul on the beat and the 808

Your bitch hit me, no, no, no, no
Higher, higher moving slo-mo
Money come and money go, go
I been on this, solo dolo

Your bitch hit me, no, no, no, no
Higher, higher moving slow-mo
Money come and money go, go
I been on this, solo dolo