Snowy Tarantino
Snowy Tarantino, guns n butter, we know
Wake up to some top and a cappuccino
We be Breaking Bad, run like El Camino
We turn to killers, when you go and get deceitful
I melt your speaker, head thumping like a tweaker
Crazy freaker, dust you up like street sweeper
Idolised them cats with the beepers
We some creatures, no 227, but we spit ether
Dimma DeLorean, he the architect
In the future, Michael J. Fox breaking bricks
Shaking shit, way to go, get the bacon bits
We frying pigs, taking risks, we the greatest, shit
You know I can do the slow flow, fast flow
Cash roll, back door, want money out the asshole
Said it on Shmoney, can't believe what's become of me
The way we moving these things, we boost the economy
I zone out when a bitch talk astronomy
I'm already out of this world, looking in front of me
There ain't nothing but blank space, blank face
I run the city, hit your crib, leave no trace
Fuck your end of year list, I end careers, yeah
Don't tempt him, he ain't moving wit the squares here
I'm an extension of tension from my trigger finger
Writing the rhymes, give it time, you'll see the bigger picture
Wake up to some top and a cappuccino
We be Breaking Bad, run like El Camino
We turn to killers, when you go and get deceitful
I melt your speaker, head thumping like a tweaker
Crazy freaker, dust you up like street sweeper
Idolised them cats with the beepers
We some creatures, no 227, but we spit ether
Dimma DeLorean, he the architect
In the future, Michael J. Fox breaking bricks
Shaking shit, way to go, get the bacon bits
We frying pigs, taking risks, we the greatest, shit
You know I can do the slow flow, fast flow
Cash roll, back door, want money out the asshole
Said it on Shmoney, can't believe what's become of me
The way we moving these things, we boost the economy
I zone out when a bitch talk astronomy
I'm already out of this world, looking in front of me
There ain't nothing but blank space, blank face
I run the city, hit your crib, leave no trace
Fuck your end of year list, I end careers, yeah
Don't tempt him, he ain't moving wit the squares here
I'm an extension of tension from my trigger finger
Writing the rhymes, give it time, you'll see the bigger picture
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Writer(s): Alec Hay, Isaac Sowden
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