89.7 Growl Fm
City tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your nuts, puff out yo chest, head swiveling
My chooms be running with them blades, like they with silver hand
Ill tell a fixer to they face you just the middleman
Bro bro ain't stopping til he see them eddies settle in
Im running through the night
City tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho, hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your nuts, puff out yo chest, head swiveling
My chooms be running with them blades, like they with silver hand
Ill tell a fixer to they face you just the middleman
Bro bro ain't stopping til i see them eddies settle in
Im running through the night
City tripping lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Red dot on yo face like you with maelstrom
Bottle of smash that i keep on the low
Taking a sip feel the synth in my coke
Pardon my ignorance shame in admitting it
Chrome from my dome all the way to my toes
Im saying night city tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your nuts, puff out yo chest, head swiveling
This city gon eat you alive
You looking for peace, gotta dig in your mind
You looking for me, got a piece on the side
I run to the edge then i say nevermind
Life is a bitch
We getting too close
Im keeping my dist
A slippery slope
I feel like a god with human emotions
They think im crazy dawg i aint joking
Nah
No BD on earth could capture this moment
Nah
Feeling prophetic feel like im chosen
Yeah
Feeling prophetic feel like im chosen
Yeah aye
Im screaming night city tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your nuts, puff out yo chest, head swiveling
My chooms be running with them blades, like they with silver hand
Ill tell a fixer to they face you just the middleman
Bro bro ain't stopping til he see them eddies settle in
Im running through the night
City tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho, hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your nuts, puff out yo chest, head swiveling
My chooms be running with them blades, like they with silver hand
Ill tell a fixer to they face you just the middleman
Bro bro ain't stopping til i see them eddies settle in
Im running through the night
City tripping lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Red dot on yo face like you with maelstrom
Bottle of smash that i keep on the low
Taking a sip feel the synth in my coke
Pardon my ignorance shame in admitting it
Chrome from my dome all the way to my toes
Im saying night city tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your nuts, puff out yo chest, head swiveling
This city gon eat you alive
You looking for peace, gotta dig in your mind
You looking for me, got a piece on the side
I run to the edge then i say nevermind
Life is a bitch
We getting too close
Im keeping my dist
A slippery slope
I feel like a god with human emotions
They think im crazy dawg i aint joking
Nah
No BD on earth could capture this moment
Nah
Feeling prophetic feel like im chosen
Yeah
Feeling prophetic feel like im chosen
Yeah aye
Im screaming night city tripping, lights are flicking on the random
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your handgun
Cyber psycho hyper rifles aiming at ya manbun
Damn son
Type of shit to make you grab your
Make you grab your
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