Lakeside Cypher
Yeah, yeah
You know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
Whip faster it never had any brakes on it
Punane I'm always gettin my face on it
Shoutout to Medusa I never had any snakes on it
Trash day, your music never got bass on it
Yeah, sleepy opiate cuz I'm the dopest
Greek god, pussy good, where the trojans?
I be cooking in a lab full of potions
Where the fuck you finding all these fuckin Romans?
Yeah, and as I dive into the ocean
This water full of business and promotion
Motherfuckers always causing some commotion
Made this in an hour so I go and I post it
We ain't giving out no free promos
Fuck these other rappers still, no homo
No facts, like I ran out of Camels
No fever but I'm still hotter than a candle
Always on the move, even when I'm in my sandals
But I can't think of anything I ever ran from
Went from being just my mama's son and now the man's son
I call all my haters fake 'cause they ain't got the answers
I could bring the packages, make sure you got dancers
All this fuckin smoke, you would think my sign is cancer
But bitch I'm a Gemini, I had to prioritize my goals over these hoes that I despise
I bang what I bleed
She got what I need
Smoke on my weed, then I go and I breed
Every time I'm in this bitch I raise my self esteem
No wrong moves everytime I'm with the team
I like smoking weed and I like fucking bitches
First I get a zip, and then I fuckin flip it
Foreign bitch, she on me like a bumblebee I whip it
Gotta keep it foreign, no I don't fuck with a civic
She just like the ocean, pussy so Pacific
Zip on me, light it up and hit it
I be rolling papers while my bro be rolling swishers
Alex cooked the beat and we ate it up for dinner
Smoking swishers, fuck ya fuck ya bitches
Yeah
Everything I do is trill, I don't hide behind lies
Everything I do is real
I got your bitch with me out the crib tryna get a feel
I pop a Perc' in the pussy, guarantee I'm gonna kill
I beat the kitty til it's in the hearse
I'm a young G, all I had to do was put in work
Bitch, if I break your heart it's probably something you deserve
Fuck all fake friends hatin, kick them to the curb
Fuck the industry, they probably never gonna sign me
They can't deal with real rap cause i'm comin from the street
I stay burning on the beat like a thot bitch
Burning 'cause she got a STD, aw damn
Little goth bitch, she a walking entity
She a vampire, she gon suck me out my energy
Proof all concepts I swear to god this shit is killin me
Ask me who i'm keeping close, bitch my enemies
Mama always said she raised a soldier
Bitch i'm cutthroat but my blade kiss is colder
Stuff his lungs to his neck and then I break his shoulders
Smell that shit coming out your mouth you needa close it
And while you at it get your bitch's legs
I know she talkin bout my music while you gettin paid
Don't let me catch you slippin when I be pistol grippin before I leave you with a stanky leg
Stanky like yo bitch's pussy, and I heard that shit be bleeding red
You know what I mean?
Know what I mean?
Whip faster it never had any brakes on it
Punane I'm always gettin my face on it
Shoutout to Medusa I never had any snakes on it
Trash day, your music never got bass on it
Yeah, sleepy opiate cuz I'm the dopest
Greek god, pussy good, where the trojans?
I be cooking in a lab full of potions
Where the fuck you finding all these fuckin Romans?
Yeah, and as I dive into the ocean
This water full of business and promotion
Motherfuckers always causing some commotion
Made this in an hour so I go and I post it
We ain't giving out no free promos
Fuck these other rappers still, no homo
No facts, like I ran out of Camels
No fever but I'm still hotter than a candle
Always on the move, even when I'm in my sandals
But I can't think of anything I ever ran from
Went from being just my mama's son and now the man's son
I call all my haters fake 'cause they ain't got the answers
I could bring the packages, make sure you got dancers
All this fuckin smoke, you would think my sign is cancer
But bitch I'm a Gemini, I had to prioritize my goals over these hoes that I despise
I bang what I bleed
She got what I need
Smoke on my weed, then I go and I breed
Every time I'm in this bitch I raise my self esteem
No wrong moves everytime I'm with the team
I like smoking weed and I like fucking bitches
First I get a zip, and then I fuckin flip it
Foreign bitch, she on me like a bumblebee I whip it
Gotta keep it foreign, no I don't fuck with a civic
She just like the ocean, pussy so Pacific
Zip on me, light it up and hit it
I be rolling papers while my bro be rolling swishers
Alex cooked the beat and we ate it up for dinner
Smoking swishers, fuck ya fuck ya bitches
Yeah
Everything I do is trill, I don't hide behind lies
Everything I do is real
I got your bitch with me out the crib tryna get a feel
I pop a Perc' in the pussy, guarantee I'm gonna kill
I beat the kitty til it's in the hearse
I'm a young G, all I had to do was put in work
Bitch, if I break your heart it's probably something you deserve
Fuck all fake friends hatin, kick them to the curb
Fuck the industry, they probably never gonna sign me
They can't deal with real rap cause i'm comin from the street
I stay burning on the beat like a thot bitch
Burning 'cause she got a STD, aw damn
Little goth bitch, she a walking entity
She a vampire, she gon suck me out my energy
Proof all concepts I swear to god this shit is killin me
Ask me who i'm keeping close, bitch my enemies
Mama always said she raised a soldier
Bitch i'm cutthroat but my blade kiss is colder
Stuff his lungs to his neck and then I break his shoulders
Smell that shit coming out your mouth you needa close it
And while you at it get your bitch's legs
I know she talkin bout my music while you gettin paid
Don't let me catch you slippin when I be pistol grippin before I leave you with a stanky leg
Stanky like yo bitch's pussy, and I heard that shit be bleeding red
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Writer(s): Carson Stepnoski
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