Arrival Freestyle
Told this thot come over, let's go see pink elephants
I just popped up like, "Ahoy, I'm feelin' excellent"
This goop not for sharing, I stay on that extra shit
But, I guess sharing is caring that way you feel like less a bitch
This sad mode on negative, my swag look like gelatin
X-ray, I could see right through your skeleton
Pick a bitch up, get lost in refreshment
Brush my teeth, all about that Crest shit
Ride round town with a essence
Bitch, you not here, you not ready for the, uh, ow
Bitch, this ain't here, fuck up what you talkin' bout, yeah
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
Gleamin' pink like what the fuck you think?
Ahoy, Captain's on the way
This goop by your nearest sink, my fit match my teeth
Tryna' cop this ghost, but for right now I go ghost
Called her up like bro, why the fuck you do the most?
I can't count for shit, why the fuck you in my moment?
Had to get this up, I stay intact, fuck your focus
Came up out from under, my doggies go plunder
By the jungle, my wrist so sunken
I love that frontal though, my money indigo
We like pink elephants, pull up, we run that shit
I tripped on chlorine- shit, let that boy rest in piss
Bitch, you not here, you not ready for the, uh, ow
Bitch, this ain't here, fuck up what you talkin' bout, yeah
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
I just popped up like, "Ahoy, I'm feelin' excellent"
This goop not for sharing, I stay on that extra shit
But, I guess sharing is caring that way you feel like less a bitch
This sad mode on negative, my swag look like gelatin
X-ray, I could see right through your skeleton
Pick a bitch up, get lost in refreshment
Brush my teeth, all about that Crest shit
Ride round town with a essence
Bitch, you not here, you not ready for the, uh, ow
Bitch, this ain't here, fuck up what you talkin' bout, yeah
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
Gleamin' pink like what the fuck you think?
Ahoy, Captain's on the way
This goop by your nearest sink, my fit match my teeth
Tryna' cop this ghost, but for right now I go ghost
Called her up like bro, why the fuck you do the most?
I can't count for shit, why the fuck you in my moment?
Had to get this up, I stay intact, fuck your focus
Came up out from under, my doggies go plunder
By the jungle, my wrist so sunken
I love that frontal though, my money indigo
We like pink elephants, pull up, we run that shit
I tripped on chlorine- shit, let that boy rest in piss
Bitch, you not here, you not ready for the, uh, ow
Bitch, this ain't here, fuck up what you talkin' bout, yeah
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
He's comin', he's comin', he's comin', he's comin'
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Writer(s): Ryan Dizon
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