SPRINGBOARD DIVE

Yeah, talk about it
No steel skin
Bitch, run them pockets, yeah
Talk about it
No steel skin when the cops power-tripping acting godlike

Quit acting all godlike, bitch
Shit don't make no sense

Me and Mr. Custer pull up with the PILA
We don't do shit, smoking stoges where we at
Fix it again, Tony, this shit ain't a FIAT
Utter Stop shit got me buzzin' like a beehive
Robbed more shit than fools with more Bics
Than fuel in they car that carry their storage
Loose stools, more shit for your ass to deal with
Than dudes with kids in school smoking mid, yeah bitch

Swear I'm done, bitch
Swear I'm done, bitch
Swear you dumb, bitch
Swear I'm young, bitch
What you want? bitch
Swear I'm done, bitch
Swear I'm done, bitch
Young Salmon in the cut
Making gas station music
I'm done, bitch

Please, take your time
Yeah (Huh?)
Take your time!

Take your money and run around back (Back)
Take your money and run around back (Back)

Talk about it (Back)

Tell Miku hit me for the feature
Dial 701
Still ain't sell no beats and no t-shirts
Well, fuck my funds, huh?
And I'm gonna die bathing in my motherfucking well water
If I do drop this, no one tell my father
Don't bother, me and Hershey with the shits
Y'all fodder, getting ate up in this shit
Y'all motherfuckers saw it, yeah
Uh, talk about it
Yeah, I'm two years late, don't talk about it
Never bought a sim card, don't hit my phone, bitch
Y'all never getting money cause y'all phone in
I'm walking in and I see y'all just mirroring
Listen to my music, lose your hearing
How it take two years just to write some lyrics
Pressure me about it, you'll never hear shit, on god

Quit acting all godlike, bitch
Shit don't make no sense

Quit acting all godlike, bitch
Shit don't make no sense



Credits
Writer(s): Salmon Man
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