[Verse 1: maddie barker]
Ugh, I know what you're thinking, I'm fire for two, I'm hard to perceiving
The second you see this, you'll drop down, to drown in the deep end
I'm mean and sup like it was made for me
I'm calling you mama cause she says she want the recipe
It go, butter my eyes, look at me [?]
Tell me the lies don't miss, me and my pink lipstick
Tripping in [?], raw ménage à 3, massage, they're spilling everywhere, sir go pick it up for me
I know you watch me when I'm be all up and on top of me
You do not get to kiss I found another breeze so fall upon the knees
It's [?]and burnace a bummer to [?]
Rain and it's pouring your brain got me snoring
Diamonds and orange it's obvious that you adore me and
I'm positive I have squirmed you so I give you a warning
[Verse 2: joshua]
Yeah, hey
Little man like Gene
Tell me y'all dont judge like Nicotine
Fiercy fearly been paradis carry weight wake up air on me
Can I just lip don't call on me you know fellas
Fella, listen
Boy this ain't a game ain't no controllers
I break free while these lames brace weep like coroners
Nothing can hold me I'm OD Kobe yeah a n***a's bogus, a [?], a [?]
Fragility will [?]
Black and pro, cool as this blow on your nose
My appearance is snow, wow, and he can leave us
Never keen to plead my different features
Course hair brown skin big body plus my rhyming is Jesus
My shit is alight my dearest kind to keep it [?]
A hundred a dose a dose is just [?]
For the inspo clean and [?] it's perfect shine
The violence divides us and split make you a meal I'm just buying
This, been the life of me bruh
This, but how we eat bruh
Sir, pussy swerved, they're looking at me like [?]
But I'm more like a [?]
Should I leave your lace like Sneakers n***a
Word
[Verse 3: Mitch$$$]
Yah, uh, yah, ayoh
These diamonds on my wrist is going down in my bones
And them checks got numbers like the one in my phones
And I'm black it ain't the shit like all the stars in the sky
You could tell that boy a pussy when you look in his eyes
N***a I ain't in the game but I could have been
Ayoh bitch want a taste of the cinnamon
Sprinkle the product go for the box they're trying to put us in
This was never a competition but it should have been
Stupid n***as signing deals but their shit don't sell
I could never be a thug they don't dress this well
I was listening to Clipse on the way to the bank
Five dollars two McChickens and the rest in the tank
These n***as scotch tape but they won't stick
Keep it tight grip on the FM with a long clip
And I keep chips like I'm wavy with the ranch dips
Seeyousoon shit, n***a waddup
Yeah
[Verse 4: Luke Summers]
Yeah
I put'em strings to get it orchestrated
I strike your course with this nickel play
Wanna smoke and violate it ain't no ventilating
Peaky bravers partners bubble not a blow up just to get it flattened
Craft master, [?] for your shell packing
Get crossed liking, jackin' jewels like [?]
[?], my team slay like a broken Dreamcast, I don't get paid I get paid
This shit [?]
Bro this whole album could have fucked with the Lucy's
I'm one deeper than 2C
Peaking at astronomical speeds
Your test tubes couldn't bother this [?]
It's Summers
[Verse 5: Pitch]
Flyest angels yeah we wippin' birdies
Ass is flyin' off Lucy's, yeah, with the [?]
So absurd, up and dash past like you [?]
Redada antidate like Bill Murray
Groundhog my dirt supply, earth [?], listen
I been caught wipin'
[?], sippin' watchin' Gleeson
Black running like [?] such a contradiction
Contraband hidden in momma's kitchen
Sippin' down Corleone flip it like Scott
Diss and don't die with it
Hundred bands make a clock tickin', chip it
Get your turn to a steepin' stone
Rock sonic size it's all paranormal
That's somethin' you can't control, n***a
[Verse 6: Drex Carter]
Yeah, ay, ay, ay
Ay, giv'em what they want
Tear some [?] to a Bentley I just need me a month
That's right
What the fuck they own
I turn the [?] to the [?] while I roll'em a blunt
I keep my eyes on the [?], I keep my head on the swivel
I got some more shit to write so I ain't got time to be civilized
I turn the lightstyle 'fore the shawty pipe down
That's some thoughts I'd write down, and turn'em to a nice [?]
This that, shit that, kick back, top down
Get slapped, piss [?], with your bitchass
That's some mismatch, rhymes while they kiss this
Made enough money made a big sack
Do what you want
This how you livin' when nobody pull you one when I'm givin' a fuck
Tell got their shit it ain't tough
Yeah you sippin' [?]
This how you livin' while fuckin' up [?] when I'm fucking and fucking it up
If not give me [?]
