Windmillz

Haha!
It's Reid
Welcome to my hotel room
A hotel room freestyle, that's what imma call it
You already know, let's go
It goes like this, it goes exactly like this

(Life) Life goes on like a windmill
Only plot I got is to grip steel, make a mill
Stayin' real, always ill from 1993 til
Souls of mischief did it better still
Whatever
On ya skin like leather
Flap ya like a feather
Don't depend on the weather
You know I'm better
Than most these clowns
Ya be seein' on the TV
Cause I don't need cream, I got enough for me see
I'm like a dairy farm I make cheese when I please
This untapped potential have you stuck on ya knees
Spewing goop like a slut when they sneeze
Jack ya wallet with ease
Bruised lids from a lack of sleep
Put a chrome to ya dome and eject the meat
I'll take my seat now
Big G on the beats, kaplow
Don't move dude
I got some more food for ya mouth
Turn this old church to a fuckin' slaughterhouse

But hold the phone
Pick up all the pieces of ya head blown
I love drugs but I'll never condone
Knockout a cop in the comfort of my own home
Fuck pigs til I'm six feet overgrown
Head to hell screamin' "Fuck 12"
'til I'm out the ozone
Then dust 'em off like a camera lens
Whip a Benz
Y'all should really see how far my shorty bends
And how my shotty ends life
Put 2 through you and save the rest for ya wife
Bitch have a good night
I love my wife, but fuck life
Could get a murder charge just to see what the fuck it feels like
Leave me alone
Could give a fuck who you with bitch
I said leave me alone
Feed ya Momma a bone
Give her a treat if she make me a scone
Live ya life and get the fuck up off ya phone
Appreciate the moment and you'll never be alone

I can't surf, but I'm gnar like Spicolli
Flat ya like some dough
And cut ya up like pepperoni, personal pan pizza in the oven
Bitch I'm hungry
I eat these fools faster than a mothafuckin humvee
My honey got a rump that make Humpty Dump land on his feet
Capeesh?
Damn Reid be off the leash

I been kicked around, eaten up chewed and spit out
My mind was torn into pieces so I ripped that shit out
Ten years down the drain, guess I wasn't cut out
Fast forward 2020, who you listen to now? (Reid)
Mothafuckas gettin sick off the clout
They'd rather suck each other off instead of figure it out
Reid's here to patch it up like a squeaky leaky water spout (Bitch)

(Like a squeaky leaky water spout
Like a squeaky leaky water spout
Imma clean this shit up
Imma kill this shit
Just for fun, I don't even have to
Someone's gotta do it
That's why I'm here
Hot Vodka Volume 1



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Writer(s): Tanner Petulla
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