Chest Out
Bitch get wrecked, I'm a fucking derilect
Little with genius with the pep
Bass done hit me now I'm slept
I'm breaking necks
They wanna mimic how I step
I'm coming next in the game with the flex
Yeah they know I'm talking facts
Potent and I'm lifting up the ceiling like I'm wax
Channeling they know me I'ma push it to the max
Cannot be prevented I'll be slipping through the cracks
Dammit way I'm moving they don't think I can relax
Call me top ten, dorsal fin, the goat
I don't give a fuck, way too clutch
I'm just living
Damn he gonna grow
Now I'm dropped in
Smoking from the breath, your homie locked in
Way too much when I clock in
Only ever going up
The deep end, I hopped in
Fucking up, fucking rough
You never think this world enough
Deep and deeper down I go
Within I see that secret stuff
But when I'm living in my head
Oh boy, it's sure to leave me dead
So now I shoot down through my neck
'Cause I'm the cure believe me
Let the bottom fall
Don't sweat your little pickies
When I'm in my dickies
With my little itty bitty
Look how
She sit so pretty
Like my kitty kitty
Waste my kidneys
Are you coming with me?
I'm your trippy Mickey
And your my hippie Minnie
Aye aye aye
Quick
Suit up
Roll the sticky
Smoke some pretty for my winnings
You won't forget me
When I'm back in the black digging
A hole for my lungs 'cause this gotta be the one
Spark that bone when I'm gone
You know I'ma make you feel so strong
I love talking
'Bout my piggy
Almost like she's from the sixties
I don't need no money
When I got this pot o' honey
Bring it round the back
That tail end gon' make me snap
Told you I think too much
I can't keep my head up off her lap
I just can't quit
Got my girlie on my hip
Light the smoke and then I sip
Found the bottom of the ship
Martians need to show you that
That we the triple stack
Mess with me you gon' see black
Remember three we won't go back
Little with genius with the pep
Bass done hit me now I'm slept
I'm breaking necks
They wanna mimic how I step
I'm coming next in the game with the flex
Yeah they know I'm talking facts
Potent and I'm lifting up the ceiling like I'm wax
Channeling they know me I'ma push it to the max
Cannot be prevented I'll be slipping through the cracks
Dammit way I'm moving they don't think I can relax
Call me top ten, dorsal fin, the goat
I don't give a fuck, way too clutch
I'm just living
Damn he gonna grow
Now I'm dropped in
Smoking from the breath, your homie locked in
Way too much when I clock in
Only ever going up
The deep end, I hopped in
Fucking up, fucking rough
You never think this world enough
Deep and deeper down I go
Within I see that secret stuff
But when I'm living in my head
Oh boy, it's sure to leave me dead
So now I shoot down through my neck
'Cause I'm the cure believe me
Let the bottom fall
Don't sweat your little pickies
When I'm in my dickies
With my little itty bitty
Look how
She sit so pretty
Like my kitty kitty
Waste my kidneys
Are you coming with me?
I'm your trippy Mickey
And your my hippie Minnie
Aye aye aye
Quick
Suit up
Roll the sticky
Smoke some pretty for my winnings
You won't forget me
When I'm back in the black digging
A hole for my lungs 'cause this gotta be the one
Spark that bone when I'm gone
You know I'ma make you feel so strong
I love talking
'Bout my piggy
Almost like she's from the sixties
I don't need no money
When I got this pot o' honey
Bring it round the back
That tail end gon' make me snap
Told you I think too much
I can't keep my head up off her lap
I just can't quit
Got my girlie on my hip
Light the smoke and then I sip
Found the bottom of the ship
Martians need to show you that
That we the triple stack
Mess with me you gon' see black
Remember three we won't go back
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Writer(s): Devon Streetman
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