Ghastly
Merry go round
Beatin pussy
Get loose in
The club
On the drugs
Moonwalking
On the rug
Feelin good
Feelin plush
Feelin rushed
Up in the face
Eating good
Up in front
I'm the leader
Of this race
Oh fuck swerve dude I think I just lost one
The lights go out you bitches play possum
You try to look rich with yah Gucci and yah Prada
Bro! Fuck that, Flint need some clean water
Eyes real low bro I roll up in the Volvo
What chu need a cart? Bitch I got it on the down low
Take a mixtape, but listen to it loud hoe
Fill the place with smoke, we blowing out the back door
I'm paying on this chick to go round and round the pole
Her pussy in my face while I'm sucking on her toes
I think that imma kick like I kick a field goal
Everything I touch Midas turn to gold
I'm doing what I think I hate being told
I'm running up my tab like I blow through the tolls
I'm blowing up the bridge, I'm fuckin up you trolls
If you wanna throw fists I'll get yah with the bows
I was walking back cove, man just the other day
Vaping on chocolope I'm getting real baked
Fuck just a slice cuz I want the whole cake
Flip the table up then the cake is in yah face
Some y'all running, just running on these laps
While I'm running my brain, Got it running through these raps
You sprinting on the same race, you living in yah past
I just crumbled up my lyrics, and threw em in the trash
I'm shooting off my last one
I'm putting on my gas mask
Shooting rays up out my face
I'm maxing out my gauge
I'm walking on a lake
I'm blessed like a sage
I'm spending all this time
Just perfecting on this trade
Volleyball Taylor Made
Arizona meditated
Cali weed medicated
Straight fuckin dedicated
mind just elevated
Teletubbie devastated
Geez I feel elated really
Man I feel I'm set to make it
Chef is in season, I'm blooming like a flower
Park it up ranger, I'm feeling on this power
Gimmie that face, I'm giving you the sour
Beat so nasty, like over cooked chowder
Turn up the heat, she tripping off the powder
Im coming in this bitch like a plane in two towers
Trap me lastly, hold me in the shower
Weigh it by the pound and give her the wowzers
Whip slow motion, slick flow lotion
Twist yah hips then sip that potion
Chef so potent post up toasted
Fucked you up from just dipped toes in
Beatin pussy
Get loose in
The club
On the drugs
Moonwalking
On the rug
Feelin good
Feelin plush
Feelin rushed
Up in the face
Eating good
Up in front
I'm the leader
Of this race
Oh fuck swerve dude I think I just lost one
The lights go out you bitches play possum
You try to look rich with yah Gucci and yah Prada
Bro! Fuck that, Flint need some clean water
Eyes real low bro I roll up in the Volvo
What chu need a cart? Bitch I got it on the down low
Take a mixtape, but listen to it loud hoe
Fill the place with smoke, we blowing out the back door
I'm paying on this chick to go round and round the pole
Her pussy in my face while I'm sucking on her toes
I think that imma kick like I kick a field goal
Everything I touch Midas turn to gold
I'm doing what I think I hate being told
I'm running up my tab like I blow through the tolls
I'm blowing up the bridge, I'm fuckin up you trolls
If you wanna throw fists I'll get yah with the bows
I was walking back cove, man just the other day
Vaping on chocolope I'm getting real baked
Fuck just a slice cuz I want the whole cake
Flip the table up then the cake is in yah face
Some y'all running, just running on these laps
While I'm running my brain, Got it running through these raps
You sprinting on the same race, you living in yah past
I just crumbled up my lyrics, and threw em in the trash
I'm shooting off my last one
I'm putting on my gas mask
Shooting rays up out my face
I'm maxing out my gauge
I'm walking on a lake
I'm blessed like a sage
I'm spending all this time
Just perfecting on this trade
Volleyball Taylor Made
Arizona meditated
Cali weed medicated
Straight fuckin dedicated
mind just elevated
Teletubbie devastated
Geez I feel elated really
Man I feel I'm set to make it
Chef is in season, I'm blooming like a flower
Park it up ranger, I'm feeling on this power
Gimmie that face, I'm giving you the sour
Beat so nasty, like over cooked chowder
Turn up the heat, she tripping off the powder
Im coming in this bitch like a plane in two towers
Trap me lastly, hold me in the shower
Weigh it by the pound and give her the wowzers
Whip slow motion, slick flow lotion
Twist yah hips then sip that potion
Chef so potent post up toasted
Fucked you up from just dipped toes in
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Writer(s): Malachai Hilt
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