Hail storm (feat. Cargo Qell)
Three point fourteen
That makes pie
Paint you pretty pictures depict my victorian
Movin accordion (Yo, according, yo, yo)
Fuck are we fighting for?
Here to restore
Thee amor
(Yo, more, more, more)
Finna get the smith for the riff Finney, Dorian
Historian
Boss up ya bags it's costly
Sue Tsai on so flossy (Sheesh)
Can't fuck with that you lost me (Lost)
Kill the pain so softly
Lauren said get off me
Snub dug in ya clavicle
Aired it up
All ya son errors grammatical
Theatrical, play all day
I made it in my lane
Woke up down in Maiden Lane
Don't break up, changing lanes (you change my ways)
Joker clown stay in lane
Taking off still paid a sabbatical (way, way)
Oh shit, shit
Intelligence quotient surpasses so don't gotta be tactical
What the actual fuck (Tried to break us up)
National Geo my hood and it's up (Wassup? Wassup?)
Sworn brought em up on the stand he erupt, what?
We give life, to live life
Another solars returned
Suns out our season's reserved
We scripted
Rigged it, I shifted the game
Cliff hang a nigga
Peeled it, deranged
Thrifted musicians with the cryptic tweets
I missed it my feed not wit bang
Halt all the SIPS (Shit)
That lame shit
Is dangerous
You don't get paid to gun
Wave hi or wave the gun
Decisions so senseless
Paved way for dumb niggas
You dumb nigga
Done
Yo
Don't wanna lay down
All about the cake now
Batter up the plate now
Platter's full of weight now (Uh)
I'm on my way down
From penthouse outer space now
Chowder my team straight chow
Bout her hit that shit way out (Out)
My daughters need it all now
Catch em if they fall down (Down)
Till I pass, I roll bounce
You got it goin on, wow!
I father time the ball bounce
My way all of these calls now
Want ins I want out
Savant who bought out what you sought out
And let's goo!
We give life, to live life
Another solars returned
Suns out our season's reserved
We scripted
Rigged it, I shifted the game
Cliff hang a nigga
Peeled it deranged
Thrifted musicians with the cryptic tweets
I missed it my feed not wit bang
Fuck are we fighting for?
Here to restore
Thee amor (Love, love, love, love)
Fuck are we fighting for?
Here to restore
Thee amor (More, more, more)
All in the videos (Yes, yes)
All In thy words
All in thy actions (Storm)
Hail hail, storm
Three point fourteen
That makes pie
Woo!
Nah that shit is fucking hard
That makes pie
Paint you pretty pictures depict my victorian
Movin accordion (Yo, according, yo, yo)
Fuck are we fighting for?
Here to restore
Thee amor
(Yo, more, more, more)
Finna get the smith for the riff Finney, Dorian
Historian
Boss up ya bags it's costly
Sue Tsai on so flossy (Sheesh)
Can't fuck with that you lost me (Lost)
Kill the pain so softly
Lauren said get off me
Snub dug in ya clavicle
Aired it up
All ya son errors grammatical
Theatrical, play all day
I made it in my lane
Woke up down in Maiden Lane
Don't break up, changing lanes (you change my ways)
Joker clown stay in lane
Taking off still paid a sabbatical (way, way)
Oh shit, shit
Intelligence quotient surpasses so don't gotta be tactical
What the actual fuck (Tried to break us up)
National Geo my hood and it's up (Wassup? Wassup?)
Sworn brought em up on the stand he erupt, what?
We give life, to live life
Another solars returned
Suns out our season's reserved
We scripted
Rigged it, I shifted the game
Cliff hang a nigga
Peeled it, deranged
Thrifted musicians with the cryptic tweets
I missed it my feed not wit bang
Halt all the SIPS (Shit)
That lame shit
Is dangerous
You don't get paid to gun
Wave hi or wave the gun
Decisions so senseless
Paved way for dumb niggas
You dumb nigga
Done
Yo
Don't wanna lay down
All about the cake now
Batter up the plate now
Platter's full of weight now (Uh)
I'm on my way down
From penthouse outer space now
Chowder my team straight chow
Bout her hit that shit way out (Out)
My daughters need it all now
Catch em if they fall down (Down)
Till I pass, I roll bounce
You got it goin on, wow!
I father time the ball bounce
My way all of these calls now
Want ins I want out
Savant who bought out what you sought out
And let's goo!
We give life, to live life
Another solars returned
Suns out our season's reserved
We scripted
Rigged it, I shifted the game
Cliff hang a nigga
Peeled it deranged
Thrifted musicians with the cryptic tweets
I missed it my feed not wit bang
Fuck are we fighting for?
Here to restore
Thee amor (Love, love, love, love)
Fuck are we fighting for?
Here to restore
Thee amor (More, more, more)
All in the videos (Yes, yes)
All In thy words
All in thy actions (Storm)
Hail hail, storm
Three point fourteen
That makes pie
Woo!
Nah that shit is fucking hard
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Writer(s): Tameika Gray
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