I-35

I'm in Austin smoking purple on the freeway
These days ain't felt like doin' shit but blowin' green
I'm the best you've ever seen, hit you with a mug that's mean
Yeah I freeze your clique, they cheesin' it
Girls up on me, ain't pleasin' me
Respect her, never push her, only pressure's in my Swisher bitch
You the type to call it snitchin' when you get caught beatin' chicks
Do a drive-by in a Tesla, electronic hit
Only had a couple charges but they went and tossed that shit
Ha

(What, what, what...)

Uh, that A-U-S G-A-S got me paralyzed
I'm like Edward Scissorhands the way I carry knives
I'm out in public and I see you looking, staring, bye
These haters threatened by my talent and I can see why
The way I'm smokin' fuck a pilot, don't need a plane to fly
Don't give a damn bout guys, don't need a plan just ride
I make your parents cry, shoot missiles, tear the skies
Hollow point bullets fly
I break his soul and mind, my lead pipe hits your spine
Then I clean the floor with pine
In the acid dissolve the guy, bye bye
Let the beat ride-



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Writer(s): Colin Skillins, Yung Paper Xo
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