Final Quarter (feat. Ryker's Island & Roll the Don)
Yo my dude like common (Jesus fucking Christ)
Common man, common man (who the fuck are you)
I know Ryker's Island and Roll the Don are having like
The sickest fucking party in there, dude (get the fuck out of here)
Step in the party, and I'm shining with the stop power
You drove your car around my block about a half an hour
We popped the champagne, bubbles going sponge bob
Do the money dance, baby, honey mustard Dijon
She got the buns for the hot dogs
I fucked her in the swimming pool
My Jacuzzi in my sauna
Blowing marijuana
Take a hit and chill with me
Even got princess Jasmine to steal for me
I ride the tiger
Catch a wave or get a phase
Flash a little sour in my Gatorade
And sang a ray
Money on the table
A pistol in my suit jacket
Aces fly high
Like the plane that I'm hijacking
Porsche a nine eleven
And I'm highway into heaven
Never catching snake eyes
'Cause I'm only rolling sevens
Yo catch me while I'm posted
Have a drink keep me toasted
Raise the sail turn the wheel
Now we coasting (coasting, coasting)
My man, I cannot let you the fuck in
Yo, yo, come on, man, what?
Read the sign
Yo, I can't read, I don't got my glasses, dawg
Says bring your moon boots
Ay, what it do, what it is
Really Roll the Don bouncing in my moon boots biz
Bop a this, bop a yop
Get on top, ride nonstop
Ride the dick like a bike
Shout out Mac Dre all night
Like back in the day, baby
Maybe you shoulda known me, lady
Really ride the Don a lady
Kill a villa with a bop
She be acting kinda moody
'Bout to dip and call it off
Take a rip and cop a drop
She a baddie, she a thot
I'm a savage, she a buy, she a fake and a phony
'Bout to dip and be alone, but I ain't lonely
Low-key chillin', stony, still excitement vibin'
I've been micro dosin', low-key killin', timin', rhymin'
Life devoted to creative flowin', growin', goin' off the top
Really raw, the dawn, I'm 'bout to kill a cop and murder everything nonstop
I'm just playin', but I'm not, my subconscious mind don't give a fuck
Dive, dodge, and dip on a shawty
Dodge a wrench and keep your body shawty (body shawty, body shawty)
You can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball
That's it, party's over, man, you gotta go home
Oh, come on, man, dude, like, I-I know that they got a new rapper, Reason, in there
He's so sick, dude, like, he's gonna be their new feature and everything
Get the fuck outta here
It's blowing my fucking mind, actually, man, like, dude, give me a record deal
Common man, common man (who the fuck are you)
I know Ryker's Island and Roll the Don are having like
The sickest fucking party in there, dude (get the fuck out of here)
Step in the party, and I'm shining with the stop power
You drove your car around my block about a half an hour
We popped the champagne, bubbles going sponge bob
Do the money dance, baby, honey mustard Dijon
She got the buns for the hot dogs
I fucked her in the swimming pool
My Jacuzzi in my sauna
Blowing marijuana
Take a hit and chill with me
Even got princess Jasmine to steal for me
I ride the tiger
Catch a wave or get a phase
Flash a little sour in my Gatorade
And sang a ray
Money on the table
A pistol in my suit jacket
Aces fly high
Like the plane that I'm hijacking
Porsche a nine eleven
And I'm highway into heaven
Never catching snake eyes
'Cause I'm only rolling sevens
Yo catch me while I'm posted
Have a drink keep me toasted
Raise the sail turn the wheel
Now we coasting (coasting, coasting)
My man, I cannot let you the fuck in
Yo, yo, come on, man, what?
Read the sign
Yo, I can't read, I don't got my glasses, dawg
Says bring your moon boots
Ay, what it do, what it is
Really Roll the Don bouncing in my moon boots biz
Bop a this, bop a yop
Get on top, ride nonstop
Ride the dick like a bike
Shout out Mac Dre all night
Like back in the day, baby
Maybe you shoulda known me, lady
Really ride the Don a lady
Kill a villa with a bop
She be acting kinda moody
'Bout to dip and call it off
Take a rip and cop a drop
She a baddie, she a thot
I'm a savage, she a buy, she a fake and a phony
'Bout to dip and be alone, but I ain't lonely
Low-key chillin', stony, still excitement vibin'
I've been micro dosin', low-key killin', timin', rhymin'
Life devoted to creative flowin', growin', goin' off the top
Really raw, the dawn, I'm 'bout to kill a cop and murder everything nonstop
I'm just playin', but I'm not, my subconscious mind don't give a fuck
Dive, dodge, and dip on a shawty
Dodge a wrench and keep your body shawty (body shawty, body shawty)
You can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball
That's it, party's over, man, you gotta go home
Oh, come on, man, dude, like, I-I know that they got a new rapper, Reason, in there
He's so sick, dude, like, he's gonna be their new feature and everything
Get the fuck outta here
It's blowing my fucking mind, actually, man, like, dude, give me a record deal
Credits
Writer(s): Roland York, Ryker Puls
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