Orange Faygo
It's time to exercise the bean under my du-rag
The cerebrum assassin I blast you two and your crew back
The boom bap disassembles you and your optical shaft
Shattering up the 20/20 cause a plentiful crash
Trash the stone, metal maneuver malicious murder
I'm good with my M's, you good at flipping Mickey-D burgers
Master the coy, don't matter if you tapped to the boys
And they tuned to the noise of frequencies, fr-freakin they broads
They kicked in the doors and exerted, that dime him out, torturous
Model 16 in the spleen now he swinging like a swordsman
Wind how I blend like alloy, binding the instrumental
More like Akuma's teleportation move Ashura Senkuu
Whoo, whoo
Good like what we rolling that fire the piffy stick lit
And no you cannot get in this you foreign as Hugo Stiglitz
I'm with my people, my nigga, just easy breathe it
As we dig a little deeper most people won't wanna bother it, so
Fuck what they thinking, I'm conversing with my man and them
Plotting to hatch a plan to mishandle these drum patterings
Spark it and walk on Saturn's Rings, is bananas niggas rapping be stuck on standard
Bender shit, hatchet Apache chief (hooked)
I'm dopamine green, tongue, is a quarter coca leaf
Vocally bust a pipe and place a fetus in your speaker piece
And with this pen I slay a beast
Woke up feeling blessed shit
I'm just mapping out this quest to be a tribe called next
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
You're just in time for the rhyme scheme revolutionist
Pugilist, pedal rhetoric, ruthless shit from the euphemist
Passing on aggression, recipient of the blessing
Of tools to cut the head off the legacy of any rapper who steps in
Follow, I'm Achilles storming the beach, preaching immortality to my peeps
Decapitating the statue of Apollo rise for the Titan
Poseidon of this rap reservoir that you reside in
Ultimate spazzin' if there's a title for lyricism I'm Ultimo Dragon
Double my body weight in championship belts and carry them no problem
Welcome to the ant colony of rhyming where we carry fifty times our body weight while chasing dollars
Sgt. Slaughter the author, the cobra clutch calligraphy got you gasping for air while you nodding your head vividly
The quasar quotables, on a roll and I can't stop like Louis Mendoza you standing in the way of the knuckle puck
Punctuality breaking holes in this fallacy with them Fat raps
Goldberg, you just Julie "The Cat" Gaffney
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
The cerebrum assassin I blast you two and your crew back
The boom bap disassembles you and your optical shaft
Shattering up the 20/20 cause a plentiful crash
Trash the stone, metal maneuver malicious murder
I'm good with my M's, you good at flipping Mickey-D burgers
Master the coy, don't matter if you tapped to the boys
And they tuned to the noise of frequencies, fr-freakin they broads
They kicked in the doors and exerted, that dime him out, torturous
Model 16 in the spleen now he swinging like a swordsman
Wind how I blend like alloy, binding the instrumental
More like Akuma's teleportation move Ashura Senkuu
Whoo, whoo
Good like what we rolling that fire the piffy stick lit
And no you cannot get in this you foreign as Hugo Stiglitz
I'm with my people, my nigga, just easy breathe it
As we dig a little deeper most people won't wanna bother it, so
Fuck what they thinking, I'm conversing with my man and them
Plotting to hatch a plan to mishandle these drum patterings
Spark it and walk on Saturn's Rings, is bananas niggas rapping be stuck on standard
Bender shit, hatchet Apache chief (hooked)
I'm dopamine green, tongue, is a quarter coca leaf
Vocally bust a pipe and place a fetus in your speaker piece
And with this pen I slay a beast
Woke up feeling blessed shit
I'm just mapping out this quest to be a tribe called next
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
You're just in time for the rhyme scheme revolutionist
Pugilist, pedal rhetoric, ruthless shit from the euphemist
Passing on aggression, recipient of the blessing
Of tools to cut the head off the legacy of any rapper who steps in
Follow, I'm Achilles storming the beach, preaching immortality to my peeps
Decapitating the statue of Apollo rise for the Titan
Poseidon of this rap reservoir that you reside in
Ultimate spazzin' if there's a title for lyricism I'm Ultimo Dragon
Double my body weight in championship belts and carry them no problem
Welcome to the ant colony of rhyming where we carry fifty times our body weight while chasing dollars
Sgt. Slaughter the author, the cobra clutch calligraphy got you gasping for air while you nodding your head vividly
The quasar quotables, on a roll and I can't stop like Louis Mendoza you standing in the way of the knuckle puck
Punctuality breaking holes in this fallacy with them Fat raps
Goldberg, you just Julie "The Cat" Gaffney
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
My nigga I'm good
Like your average orange Faygo
Right out the deep freezer on a ninety three degree day
Old heatwave so turn it up get hotter let it bang
Sip on some crispy, grab my licky-licky let it hang
Credits
Writer(s): Jarred Douglas, Jarrel Lowman, Emile Manette, Kortez Marion, Gavin Cotton
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