Ferris Wheel

(Splash)
(Dollas)
When a man talks you should listen, unless he rambles
I've got a story to tell, walk with me, Jesus' sandals
Blacksmith, when I spit, it's like an anvil
You cats is stagnant in the game, in a standstill
Getting high, looking over the sky in a ferris wheel
Got damn he's hella chill, carpenter like Jesus
I'm chilling with a fucking drill
Check my DNA, you can tell that I'm fucking real
RIP to Mac Dre, flashbacks of watching Treal

Got a bad baby and I ain't talking Dr. Phil
Makin magic, Burna Mac, David Copperfield
And I'm sick, and the doctor got me popping pills

(Burna)

Punch god it's the young producer
Bitch ain't got a ride, so she want me to swoop her
Goofy footed hoe, but I was goofier
Sports reel, you was all in the bloopers (you was)
Big booty, same size as Jupiter
We was going dumb, but I made it stupider
The shit was hot, looked like Lucifer
We in the spot, where'd you get these groupies from
You brought your bitch, and she was a newlywed
That shit was sick bro, I wish I didn't have to say it
I've got this game, and you wish I didn't have to play it
Okay, it's a Wednesday, but we going to just Saturday it
No matter what, it's some bloods in the cut
We getting buck, put some drink in my cup
Ain't have enough, now I'm having a fit
Pull out my ice pick, get to stabbing a bitch
And I planned it all out, but it looked random and shit
But then I had to hide out, from the cameras and shit (I'm gone)
Of course I keep this shit cool, when I'm handling it
And don't ask me where I'm at, it's Seattle you bitch
(Don't ask me that)

S with the two lines, lazy boy how I recline
Fifty fifty chance of getting head from a dime
Making dollars out a nick sack, got the sauce like Big Mac
She's on my wood like knick-knacks, ask me where your bitch at
I've got her crunching numbers now her brain has got a six pack
QB, how I drop back, they out of town, catching packs
I've got my white boy smoking wax, I keep it wavy, where's the DAX
How you doing Dollas? I can't call it, FAX
She chops my wood, she's a lumberjack
She calls my phone, I ain't text her back
I'm a star baby, you can find me on the map
I be hustling at the same time, I'm probably in the trap
I roll them back to back, I like my pockets and backwoods fat
I been splashing baby, I've got the drip to match
This is way too much game, you're gonna need two hands to catch
Smoking hieroglyphic pack, this an ancient artifact

And all my art intact, I'm going to keep it that way
I'm backing up hella fast the wrong way on a one way
And I just brought a bunch of packs on the plane on the runway
I had a model with no tats making plays on the runway
Like a football game, making plays on a Sunday
I'm on the couch with my hands in my pants, Al Bundy
But my ice going to shine like the light from a Sun ray
You probably got a headache from your job on a Monday
How come every time I rap and I spit like gunplay (Burna)