David Blane
Finesse! you hear them keys?
Man it sound like a janitor playing the piano
Just crack the seal on some promethazine
I just keep pouring cups 'til i can't feel my spleen
Keep that M31 everyday Halloween
Broccoli what i smoke on help me find my spleen
Whipping the work extra fast, until i get a cast
Doctor said slow down you cooking too fast
200 miles per hour with the right hand
Only got head from the hoe, she was bland
Told her go put the bricks in the work van
Stove got the trap hot, gave all my hoes tans
Put the blunt in rotation like a fan
Finessing everything, don't need a plan
Location on hidden
While i trap out The Valley
My driver stay screwed, like we Robbin in Cali
My bitch serving niggas like tennis and volley
Hit the wood 'til i get high like I'm godly
Niggas pocket watching, but be broker than Tommy
She shaped like a bottle, wetter then Dasani
She got butchers lips, they way she eat up salami
My ginger bitch freckles look like pepperoni
In the hood, mix everything with Tony's
My grind too official, skating like I'm tony
Everything that happen, ain't accidental
My shooter ready to draw, just told him to wait to scribble
Hit the gas, 'til my brain start forming another mental
Hit from the back, like a chair a bend her
Bitch left the house real tender
She ate the dick up, and i didn't pay for dinner
I love getting high 'cause this shit so suspenseful
When i get money, I'm not buying jewelry, won't snatch my chain
Walk around with a credit card, ain't got no change
Make a bitch believe me like David Blane
Man it sound like a janitor playing the piano
Just crack the seal on some promethazine
I just keep pouring cups 'til i can't feel my spleen
Keep that M31 everyday Halloween
Broccoli what i smoke on help me find my spleen
Whipping the work extra fast, until i get a cast
Doctor said slow down you cooking too fast
200 miles per hour with the right hand
Only got head from the hoe, she was bland
Told her go put the bricks in the work van
Stove got the trap hot, gave all my hoes tans
Put the blunt in rotation like a fan
Finessing everything, don't need a plan
Location on hidden
While i trap out The Valley
My driver stay screwed, like we Robbin in Cali
My bitch serving niggas like tennis and volley
Hit the wood 'til i get high like I'm godly
Niggas pocket watching, but be broker than Tommy
She shaped like a bottle, wetter then Dasani
She got butchers lips, they way she eat up salami
My ginger bitch freckles look like pepperoni
In the hood, mix everything with Tony's
My grind too official, skating like I'm tony
Everything that happen, ain't accidental
My shooter ready to draw, just told him to wait to scribble
Hit the gas, 'til my brain start forming another mental
Hit from the back, like a chair a bend her
Bitch left the house real tender
She ate the dick up, and i didn't pay for dinner
I love getting high 'cause this shit so suspenseful
When i get money, I'm not buying jewelry, won't snatch my chain
Walk around with a credit card, ain't got no change
Make a bitch believe me like David Blane
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Writer(s): Devon
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