Seriseborn

Ghini, ghini, ghini
Where my keys, and where's my counter?
Grippy, grippy, grippy
Testing out hoes, come check my status
Talking primodial, wheelie diabolical
Vexing subliminal, I'm operational
Yeah
Feeding my mamas, i seeking out bands, im chasing down bands

Im chasing down bands, im chasing down cash
I running out the streets, im chasing my legs
Drip too hard, i been in the PES
New controller, why the flex?
Haughty, haughty, no more less
Feel my customs, feel my best
This a rari, not a flex
This a bentley with the chairs
With the chairs, with the chairs, it got red leather, pass
All these martians know my name, I come from fire, so my flex

Ballin'
General Milton, in this place, I got performance, where my loyals
S. salute, me my troops, marching like goons, stashing the loot
Yeah
Eat this crepes, i cooked it, meet my chef, i got it up to school
Yeah
Flesh for days, i got this book, i read it, man is cool
Torching the jets, turbo on blast, wanna caress, handle my sac
Yeah
Im above, above, above, this ass
Yeah
Milton no palava, money on the track, my voice yeah
Follow follow, nigga no know my motto
Bending bars, I'm steeling, look at my fights, im chasing the dusk yeah
Bending bars, im reaping, by my voice, im chasing the dawn yeah
Clones on clones



Credits
Writer(s): Bankole Ogunde
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