Untitled L
Cold water fresh from every aspect
It's like I have eight ligaments the way that I grab checks
I'm passed go, puff it, then pass next on ratchets
I'm 007 make a nigga grab his gadget
Barbarian with the harpoon, don't walk in that dark room
Leave your organs on a barstool, then bag 'em up, carpool
Hodgy, he so devilish
Elevator, next level shit
I'm going up but it's going down but I never settle bitch
All these fucking drugs and no motivation
All these fucking girls and no home to take them
All these fucking plugs ain't no where to gauge them
Call the sluts to roll the blunts I'm guaranteed to face them
My power's like a horse's, you know where I race them
On the track where I practice careers for the taken
I'm swollen aching, smoking eighths and go defacing haters
You slow deflate that shit, mistake, I'm on the road to mayhem
Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)
Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)
Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)
Here we fucking go
, let these niggas know (know)
Smoking flights, roll the dice, I'm sober like I should have flown a kite
I got the? like dolomite so nigga don't step to me you a shoulder's height
Not a soldiers height, I'm cold as ice, frozen bitten, North Face mittens, on a mission
Left in the kitchen, I'm on? the chef in the kitchen
It's like I have eight ligaments the way that I grab checks
I'm passed go, puff it, then pass next on ratchets
I'm 007 make a nigga grab his gadget
Barbarian with the harpoon, don't walk in that dark room
Leave your organs on a barstool, then bag 'em up, carpool
Hodgy, he so devilish
Elevator, next level shit
I'm going up but it's going down but I never settle bitch
All these fucking drugs and no motivation
All these fucking girls and no home to take them
All these fucking plugs ain't no where to gauge them
Call the sluts to roll the blunts I'm guaranteed to face them
My power's like a horse's, you know where I race them
On the track where I practice careers for the taken
I'm swollen aching, smoking eighths and go defacing haters
You slow deflate that shit, mistake, I'm on the road to mayhem
Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)
Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)
Here we, here we, here we fucking go (go)
Here we fucking go
, let these niggas know (know)
Smoking flights, roll the dice, I'm sober like I should have flown a kite
I got the? like dolomite so nigga don't step to me you a shoulder's height
Not a soldiers height, I'm cold as ice, frozen bitten, North Face mittens, on a mission
Left in the kitchen, I'm on? the chef in the kitchen
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Writer(s): Gerard Long, Vyron Turner
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