thru the fog

Uh 30 milligrams of the poppy
I'm gon pop these
Up at Moxy
These are not seeds
This epoxy
I'm gon get killed
Yall I need a proxy
If i made the instrumental who the hell gon' stop me
If I put you in a kennel who doing autopsy
I could hit you left, left like I'm Rocky
Pull up in a Benz I guess I'm killing a motherfucking Nazi
Kill a nazi
M1911 to the head like a zombie
Let the blood spatter on the screen leave it sloppy
This one for the Holocaust damn they never got peace
I'm doing flows damn I never got sleep
I'm doing clothes damn I should've cropped these
I'm doing hoes damn I'm getting cocky uh damn I'm getting cocky
Pushin the standard but I know it's never too much
I gotta erupt in these stanzas I'm grabbing the handle
I'm pouring more dirt in my cup
Got a few singles I know that shit bust
But its the penmanship that we entrust
I gotta bandage my liver and guts
I'm getting diamonds I'm getting these pendants so that's it for us

Through the fog, we got your bish on call
Do it on command she gon' make them panties fall
Custom ink the clouds custom ink my brand new shawl
Got it on default, I see through the fog
I see through the fog
I see through the fog

I fell in love with the pheni I guess I'm sedated
These are the sins that are keeping me oh so faded
U fucked up too girl I think we're related
Except I'm not like you, that mistake bout 9 months waiting
I build you up tho I know you a star
You gotta shout at the party go rep it the hardest
I bet they don't know who we are
Brand new Cohibas and right out the box
You gon age like a cigar
Man aw I'm involved
I see right thru your porcelain facade
Katy Texas got the baddest Asian bitches uh
I just smoked live resin please excuse my broken English woah
First time I had ever seen God shouldn't have went so hard
Esplanade
Uh I pulled out the physique my dizick visit abroad
I forgot
Put that duck curry on my card
Drummer on the beat means u hit them bars
Telephone seats sit on call
Through the fog
Uh yeah
We roll up see 12 then nod
Cough uh yeah
We smoking top shelf or not
Through the fog

Uh, Alexander McQueen boss ay
Uh, this new edition you gon' floss
I put you on right on magazines, uh wait
We gon' have to do a scene, uh wait
We been riding round the beans, uh wait
We been doing hella things, uh wait
Through the fog, we got your bish on call
Do it on command she gon' make them panties fall
Custom ink the clouds custom ink my brand new shawl
Got it on default, I see through the fog
I go blind, look
This my time to shine
Take a peek inside the vault you won't like what you find
This my time, yeah
And it's mine
And it's mine
Forever pink panther



Credits
Writer(s): Anvith Kowtha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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