Pelly Mooney
Dark MaJician
I been up having the darkest visions
You ain't go swag or pot to piss in
Speaking of swag ain't no competition
Fuck all you niggas that's not consistent
I keep a shooter we all persistent
Cool like a fan an I'm on a mission
Get a rich milf dick her down an get it
Fuck it I'm so wit it yea
Taking this state in my hand
Told my DJ bout the plan
There you go poppin a Xan
Junkie faded yet again
All on the corner you love it
They never fall when they out in the public
Keepin they stance an I'm like nigga fuck it
Cause me Im bout bans an just smoking in public wait
We goin fishing get the bait
Drinkin while we on the lake
Michelin we eatin steak
Ain't no taking off my plate
Sorry drama if I'm late
I started losing my fate
Out to prove it that I'm great
Now get the fuck up out my face
You niggas ain't stopping me
All on my dick but ya mama she proud of me
It's been a minute since pop hit the lottery
Gamble on music its like it's apart of me
This is the future a later camaraderie
Took out the hook just to get the flow outta me
Music in my mind controlling my body
Let Tommy pickelz give you niggas apart of it go
I'm a ack sippin pack flipping
Hustle in my dna that's why I act different
I can introduce you to Jesus play with me boy find out if I'm trippin
That's a Glock nine with the grips make you disappear my nigga he a dark magician
Leave ya momma wishing mayne fuck what I'm talking bout bring ya ears in listen
Ima a chupacabra eat goats like pork
Rap game so soft I might use a spork
I been chilling for a minute but you niggas is boring
Money flowing like water you see this shit pouring
I been sleeping on them niggas prolly heard me snoring
Pockets in Godzilla prolly them roaring
I'm tryna go wait why you put the money in storage
Truffle shuffle with the dope Mayne fuck all that
I'm tryna tell these niggas I'm a problem
Fuck around and turn to hometown into Gotham
Better keep it moving
I'm turnt to the max you don't want me to get goofy
We could do it I don't care what it is I'm wit it we can get to it
We don't keep score because overhear its only like a two percent chance of losing
I'm going Boston George on all these haters
Happy Gilmore how I get rid of them gators
After while crocodile you might see me later
Been coupes in the house tryna stack these tasters
Been coupled in the house tryna get my weight up
With some clamps and some books tryna bake this cake up
With a pot and a pan whipping Ricky lake up
Where the inositol gonna Barry sanders shake em
I been up having the darkest visions
You ain't go swag or pot to piss in
Speaking of swag ain't no competition
Fuck all you niggas that's not consistent
I keep a shooter we all persistent
Cool like a fan an I'm on a mission
Get a rich milf dick her down an get it
Fuck it I'm so wit it yea
Taking this state in my hand
Told my DJ bout the plan
There you go poppin a Xan
Junkie faded yet again
All on the corner you love it
They never fall when they out in the public
Keepin they stance an I'm like nigga fuck it
Cause me Im bout bans an just smoking in public wait
We goin fishing get the bait
Drinkin while we on the lake
Michelin we eatin steak
Ain't no taking off my plate
Sorry drama if I'm late
I started losing my fate
Out to prove it that I'm great
Now get the fuck up out my face
You niggas ain't stopping me
All on my dick but ya mama she proud of me
It's been a minute since pop hit the lottery
Gamble on music its like it's apart of me
This is the future a later camaraderie
Took out the hook just to get the flow outta me
Music in my mind controlling my body
Let Tommy pickelz give you niggas apart of it go
I'm a ack sippin pack flipping
Hustle in my dna that's why I act different
I can introduce you to Jesus play with me boy find out if I'm trippin
That's a Glock nine with the grips make you disappear my nigga he a dark magician
Leave ya momma wishing mayne fuck what I'm talking bout bring ya ears in listen
Ima a chupacabra eat goats like pork
Rap game so soft I might use a spork
I been chilling for a minute but you niggas is boring
Money flowing like water you see this shit pouring
I been sleeping on them niggas prolly heard me snoring
Pockets in Godzilla prolly them roaring
I'm tryna go wait why you put the money in storage
Truffle shuffle with the dope Mayne fuck all that
I'm tryna tell these niggas I'm a problem
Fuck around and turn to hometown into Gotham
Better keep it moving
I'm turnt to the max you don't want me to get goofy
We could do it I don't care what it is I'm wit it we can get to it
We don't keep score because overhear its only like a two percent chance of losing
I'm going Boston George on all these haters
Happy Gilmore how I get rid of them gators
After while crocodile you might see me later
Been coupes in the house tryna stack these tasters
Been coupled in the house tryna get my weight up
With some clamps and some books tryna bake this cake up
With a pot and a pan whipping Ricky lake up
Where the inositol gonna Barry sanders shake em
Credits
Writer(s): Monte Mcelroy
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