fallout five
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
Everybody telling me
They want to see me spit
So I got to go equip
Everything I got to give
Mentally steadily I just weigh heavily
On their brain, heavenly
Smells like seventy
Pussies front of me
Pokémon Standard
Bout to catch them all
See if I can fall
Back Onto the beat
Teleport to the seventies
Have android memories
Placed inside of me
Terminator 2
I am coming back for you
like you took my air forces
Back in middle school
Like you took my name
So I took away your tools
Yeah, My min contained
But pages have no rules
Take away the beat
Oh no it fell asleep
Guess it can't compete
With the music that I bleed
Nikes on my feet give my track a little heat
born with some dragon breath
Let a nigga speak
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
I can smell the green
From across the mezzanine
Mister good good
Got the recipe
Got anxiety dawg
Here's you remedy
Here's some good memories
That'll never leave
Got it up my sleeve
That's a good trick
Girl is on her knees
That's a good chick
Smoking ten of these
That's a full clip
Better have no seeds
that's the bullshit
Got to go and kill it cuz I got to make a killing
Everybody never hesitate to paint me as the villian
Even though my style's great, niggas cut me short like krilling
Even though my ceilings break
Stay connected by a feeling
But I pull, pull
Pull until it breaks
Universe is on the line
I crash into my fate
Pull, pull
Pull it the face
Bout to crush my lung
Got another just in ca
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
You can be the Morty
while I could be the Rick
You can be the loser
While I can be the shit
I am elevated
But I can get a grip
On anything I wish
Including your girl's clit
I could be the Lion
While you can be the bitch
I can be the nigga
Who makes the world sick
Called up on the spot
For bumping like this
With a baggie full bud
We feelin' righteous
Everybody know my style about now
Sensei in the building better bow down
Playing UFC she want the ground pound
Went in every room we called it Roundhouse
This is how I am
When weeded like this
Money on my mind
My greed is psychic
Put it in my hand
And squeeze my tight fist
Everything is mine
You cannot fight it
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
Everybody telling me
They want to see me spit
So I got to go equip
Everything I got to give
Mentally steadily I just weigh heavily
On their brain, heavenly
Smells like seventy
Pussies front of me
Pokémon Standard
Bout to catch them all
See if I can fall
Back Onto the beat
Teleport to the seventies
Have android memories
Placed inside of me
Terminator 2
I am coming back for you
like you took my air forces
Back in middle school
Like you took my name
So I took away your tools
Yeah, My min contained
But pages have no rules
Take away the beat
Oh no it fell asleep
Guess it can't compete
With the music that I bleed
Nikes on my feet give my track a little heat
born with some dragon breath
Let a nigga speak
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
I can smell the green
From across the mezzanine
Mister good good
Got the recipe
Got anxiety dawg
Here's you remedy
Here's some good memories
That'll never leave
Got it up my sleeve
That's a good trick
Girl is on her knees
That's a good chick
Smoking ten of these
That's a full clip
Better have no seeds
that's the bullshit
Got to go and kill it cuz I got to make a killing
Everybody never hesitate to paint me as the villian
Even though my style's great, niggas cut me short like krilling
Even though my ceilings break
Stay connected by a feeling
But I pull, pull
Pull until it breaks
Universe is on the line
I crash into my fate
Pull, pull
Pull it the face
Bout to crush my lung
Got another just in ca
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
You can be the Morty
while I could be the Rick
You can be the loser
While I can be the shit
I am elevated
But I can get a grip
On anything I wish
Including your girl's clit
I could be the Lion
While you can be the bitch
I can be the nigga
Who makes the world sick
Called up on the spot
For bumping like this
With a baggie full bud
We feelin' righteous
Everybody know my style about now
Sensei in the building better bow down
Playing UFC she want the ground pound
Went in every room we called it Roundhouse
This is how I am
When weeded like this
Money on my mind
My greed is psychic
Put it in my hand
And squeeze my tight fist
Everything is mine
You cannot fight it
Cop a dub
Grab a Dutch
Split the middle
Twist it up
Grab the Bic
Take a hit
Now we lit
Man, that's my sh
Credits
Writer(s): Walter Skinner
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