Chiliflakes (feat. Glokey, Susso, Indapond & Kid Lacey)

Ah
Now what the fuck do we have here?
A "metal pillow", huh
Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean, honestly?
I couldn't fucking tell ya, I just know its really hard to sleep on

I don't want your love, just want the attention
Fuck up out a nigga mentions
Scatter my mind, had to collect it
Man, a nigga too demented
Team supreme, you gotta accept it
We don't even gotta rep shit
Just look at my glee, I don't got a necklace
But I still carry checks, bitch
Boys been a little reckless
Cross a milf bitch off my checklist
Niggas big kicking like it's Tekken
And these niggas pussy, lord arrest them
Booties soft, we caress them
If she 8 or up, then we sexing
Tiddy boy, I'mma text dem
And she lemme beat, cuz I'm the best, damn

Scoff at you niggas, I'm cocky
No I can't join no posse
Remain the freshest in the lobby
Boys need to find some hobbies
No I can't be your papi
I just want sloppy toppy
Nominated as a proxy, so her boyfriend can't dox me
Better not call me "glocky"
Niggas just copped a shotty
Swap the "o" with an "i"
Cuz I need me a fucking potty
Shittin' on all these follies
Nigga, I feel like Baki
Your baby look way too sloppy, making her hot like Takis

Real facts, I'm in fact a superstition
I don't reel fast, cause I fish for something different
Blowing out the candles, but we differ wit' our wishes
Gifted me some tickets, but I'm comfy in the crib, cause
I'm living in denial, the floors are made of tile
The ceiling made of glass, I can lay and watch the clouds
Don't wanna talk, I just wanna see them tiddies bounce
I walk around like, "Fuck the king", I'll never bow
I'll fuck the queen too and bust on the crown
Puff an ounce of the loud to take my mind off my girl
Put my cock in the ground, because I'm fucking the world
Keep my status alive, I'm like a doctor at work
But I couldn't be a surgeon, I'd fall in love with the nurse
The weed got me leanin', I look like I'm off a perc
Repulsed by the trends, y'all be looking so absurd
Like it's almost disturbing, it's certainly concerning, but

I had to learn, how to emerge from the dirt
Stayed on my turf, turned my visions into my words
Or vice versa, Ike Turner, when I touch a beat
It's like murder, every time that I breathe, please

Yeah, yeah
Guess who's back up in this bitch, again
Yes, again
Look

I'm like, "yeah, yeah, yeah", the way she yapping on my cellular
Told her turn her phone off and tap outta the regular
I knew that she was bad, she said her bowels are irregular
And now I'm at her door with a hand full of 2-ply
I just answered a fruit fly, for a ransom of fruit pie
And it's rancid as poop flies, in the hands of orangutan and the fence isn't too high
But I am, and the paranoia is raging on two sides, of my hemispherical mind
Is allowing zero for modesty, honestly want apology
Honestly, niggas bother me, is an earnest apology
Pussy, you think there's something better
You take the alphabet and start off with the last letter
Niggas is backwards

One of the illest, man nobody can dispute that
But I ain't come up on this track to spit some mute facts
You ardeee knew that
New volume of boom bap
They sleeping on a metal pillow
I'm like how you do that?

Kick the kick cause the bass won't quit
And it's funky when the low ends in the basement shit
Like the dungeon, you would think that we selling base in it
Nah, that don't mean we don't cook it, we just the lace shit
With beats and rhymes and punchlines, flowing through the middle of a cadence
To stagger your world but only a little
Of pain, and wisdom, I paint these pictures, surveying the system
Then I gotta dumb it down just to bump the rhythm
Give 'em a melody, a sample, like if I was dealing
And if you fuck with it now? I promise that you'll feel it
When I drop the next pack
I don't do setbacks
I hit the step back
But I'm not a shooter, where is Steph at?

The shit go
Splash

Water, so I'm bringing the smoke
I came here to cope
And now I'm sounding off in my notes
The cypher they never could quote
Might as well take a toke
Or, the secondhand might be just enough to provoke
Some inspiration, if you got the ears to listen to the bars
My shit for thinkers and reachers
They stopping at the stars
If sky is the limit, you gon' need to go farther
Or think smarter
Niggas flaccid
Try harder