Ceiling

Look
Look
Look

I CC'd it, then sent it then repeat it
Then beat it, the beast belly been growling, need to feed it
Singing homie I ain't need need to talk about shit
I came in slanging long dick up out the brand new outfit
Like Malcolm X'in snorting talcum power in the intersection
My word is that heat on me, then buck shots thats for my protection
That's a quick lesson, quick question quit stressing
Can't deny it this quiet riot but quit pressing
Singing homie I'm on top of my shit
You sound like a sound bite of tonsils tossel-ing on the top of a dick
That's a rope-a-dope, body shots with pillowcases full of soap
Yo shit lit, like a cigarette when no one smoke to cope
Style hostile, you ho-style, you ho child
Profile the whole style to get buck wild
Gorilla punching you with the flow like its depression
You been guessing, class over end of session

All these dope beats but I kill em
Shawty wear her heart on her sleeve but I steal em
Yuh
I'm just tryna make a meek million
Got my head so big that it's on the ceiling
Yuh

R.I.P Stack Bundles My city's a mad jungle my bitches got fat bosoms
Peruvian snatch bundles Andreas I tax stubble
If you owing cash to me I pull up with brass knuckles
Iller than mankind, smoking a grape leave
Shit I got away with make the Feds wanna tase me
Keep a pistol handy dandy, that is for safety
Come at me crazy, I disfigure your body and then I'm Swayze
I studied ways of a con-artist I'm KG
Can't trust my charm girl, eventually you'll hate me
Had to get these molly's off at college town days inn
If you see an article star that its the bake-in
Like River blindness, both red eyes hot
Sip the finest on a red eye flight
I don't tread all light
Just be cautious if you said on sight
Young Andreas dawg you bet I strike

All these dope beats but I kill em
Shawty wear her heart on her sleeve but I steal em
Yuh
I'm just tryna make a meek million
Got my head so big that its on the Ceiling
Yuh



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Writer(s): Tory Hains
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