Sonic

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay, ay, ay
Yeah, I running these coins like Sonic

And you know I stay smoking on chronic
She gimme some brain that was so insane
I tell that bitch open a college
On my side, we allergic to capping
Geh a job so I done with the trapping
But don't get it twisted
I never forget how to hit a lick
New Beyblade, I bout to let it rip
I be in the lab cooking like I Rick
This ain't Nick at Nite
At night we selling nicks
When I was in Tampa, almost catch a case
Shout out my boy Shawn for hiding all them zips
I never thought life could get better than this
Cause chasing the bag my reason to exist
I hearing your tracks like what the fuck is this
Run up in he house
In here smell like bitch
I hear that he talkin', I ask he wah happen
That fuck was so quiet, I hear that boy blink
I think that I'm crazy I might need a shrink
I be havin' dreams, no Martin Luther King
Got PTSD like Herbo
You niggas gerbils, you running in circles (Ay)
You should go join the circus
They looking for clowns, and I think you'd perfect (Ay)
I tired of writing these verses
Just gimme a beat, in a minute I murking it
This a freestyle, no rehearsing it
Here's a body bag and a hearse with it



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Writer(s): Amadeo Milligan
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