MIST TWST (feat. Kermode Zay, Q-Ball, Neem, Rob Buck & Lil EZ)

It's funny I remember these hoes wouldn't touch me
Now there's gold horses in my garage like I raced in Kentucky
New bitch turn around she throw it back like a center
Twenty-four carat piece to hide that I'm a born sinner
Seen some dudes turn to bitches just like Caitlyn Jenner
Eating food off my plate, you not a bread winner
I'm not a rapper either, I just learn fast
But now I won't stop 'til I got my boys flying first class
First off, who else do it like Zay?
Who else can hop right on a track and spit it through like Zay
I ain't getting complacent I'm gonna be one of the greatest
Diamonds dancing on my neck
Stare too long and I'mma leave you like Ray Charles
Man I'm feeling like Mike puffing Gurkha cigars
Sold out shows full of MILFs man I love the applause
And they loving these bars
And they loving these bars
They call me young Wacka Flocka how I do it with No Hands
Because I make that shit clap like white folk when the plane lands
But now you tripping baby, what you on?
You ain't getting in my post like I'm Olajuwon
I'm on one
Think you can hold me? You talking silly
Go head play hardball and I'mma swing like a Philly
When I perform bring a coat because it's gonna get chilly
Right wrist feeling real meek on the left it's a milly
Word to Craig Mack new flavour in your ear
I'm swerving off the Henny asking Jesus can he steer
Doing ninety on the freeway see the feds up in the rear
He tried to pull me over
Put the pedal to the medal I'm gone
Take one more sip of the Henny then pop the Patrón
Got your mom sis and granny all calling my phone
Making plays in the field hit them back at the tone
She begging me to pull up like her parents ain't home

And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust your ass on ice skates

Puff puff and I hardly pass
Cough coughing up shards of glass
Coming out sharp, verbal attack
Buried the hatchet, but I come back
Chopping chopping that's a wrap
Dropping bombs like it's Iraq
On the track, I'll be driving by when all your tires flat
This has started as a metaphor or something for rap
But quickly turned into a good excuse to get myself mad and shit
I'm fucking dirty like how artificial spray tan looks
A terrorizer in disguise, ain't showing any remorse
But that's just hearsay
It's not some shit you need to see to fear it anyway
I got a bachelor's degree in capping by the way
Can't comprehend, it's like your brain don't even operate
How could I tolerate?
I could walk on air, I defy fate
Y'all need a lesson, I'll demonstrate
They beg for more, crowds at the gate
But like a scale I'm saying wait
I'm saying wait
I'm saying
Fake change from someone's grandma, met on Facebook Marketplace
Jesus saw me walk on Water Street, you should've seen his face
I been in and out my mind, I had some memories erased
When I was young my mom said, "Son your lungs can never be replaced"
Shit, I'm having fun but she was right I guess
Been smoking like I got a second lung regardless
My wings the blunt I light up like the sun, I fly too close like Icarus
I'm in distress I feel ridiculous, I need a rest
Business bachelor's degree, Chat GPT got the assist
Ballistic spit, so play it cautious if your name is on my list
I don't miss, in fact I hardly ever hesitate to kill it
Like a villain I'll be chilling in this bitch

Yeah I'm torn between my senses, don't know which way I'mma pull
So I'mma take a pull right out this bong until my lungs are full
Kush got my head propelled to outer space, my body sitting down on Earf
We're whipping out without a trace and leave your face flat down in the turf
Why can't I fly the fuck away from this Earth
Forever been trying to set my soul free, relinquished ever since birth
I feel like I'm being punished for the wrongdoings of my past lives
And the past lives of other humans that don't know how to morally act right
Puffing on a J, she makes the days feel less gray
You know I be slapping them crispy samples into Ultrabeat
My drums go cray
Fuck a regular hi-hat
We be rolling hard with them mouse clicks
I was born and raised on the interwebs
Time to publish another fire house mix
Bumping on that drum 'n' bass
Got Vierre Cloud in my speaker system
Got BLKSMIITH firing drum samples
They cleaner than the fucking ecosystem
Drum in my ear, hypersonic sound waves is attacking my soul
Layer the vocals make 'em hella personal, you know that's the goal

It's Quinlan in the Stu' and I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust your ass on ice skates

(Wingardium Ellioso on the track)
They ain't believing in us Zay
Pass the blunt and I wake up like Jesus on the Third Day
Call me Mr. Thunder Man 'cause I rain on bitches
Put you in the ground, this rain will be your witness
They call me to the stand and I deny your existence
And I deny your existence
Pull up to the ocean, when I sea weed I smoke it
She dranking like Lahey, call me Ricky way I smoke it
I'm with Q in the Stu' we smoking weed with some brews
Put you in your place with my sword I'mma cut you
My verses are like blades on this beat
Call me a butcher the way I beat all this meat
Yeah I'm jumping on your head like we playing pong
Man your ass is fucking dead like like I'm King Kong
And you're the Empire State
I beat this beat up
Leaving nothing on the plate
Take a flick, I'm looking fly like I'm on Spring Break
Yeah that's going on my Tinder
I link up with your mom, and then I cum in her
Now you got a little sister

Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust your ass on ice skates