Let's go Grip it til' your hands start giving And there ain't nothing there to hold on Won't slow Saving all the bands I've been getting Put it right back in the studio Don't know if I'm gone ever make it Make hits regardless though Their songs all in my playlist cause I've been on a roll Yeah, yeah On a roll like butter I'm always avoiding the clutter, yeah Shorty she staring at me, yeah Her head all in the gutter My heart, it feeling flutters Cause I get nervous when you looking at me Call me the greatest, babe, that is real flattering If looks could kill, then you an assassin Kind of like Ezio, baby, she not who she say she is Faker than all of my fantasies Think she family There's no way, no sense of urgency Got hundred like a centipede Two hundred tomorrow Lead while they follow Pride got to swallow Stuck in a brothel while I'm at home with a model Got stuck with her and now she don't wanna leave I keep on asking her these questions like she always want Es And she be eavesdropping everyday I told her get on your knees Not really though, I'm not the one to say that Understand, capisce Where you been, where you been baby girl I don't know, but I'd give you the world I don't know, but I'm all in my nerves I don't know, but you getting on my nerves Getting on my nerves, you a bird Like the finches Shoutout, shoutout to Atticus I'm talking Atticus Finch man To Kill A Mockingbird was fire Now I'm always in the fire And you cannot fucking deny it Everybody that hated on me Everybody, they think that I'm fire Know I just rhymed that line three times but Still I'm going to, I'm going so high High in the sky, yeah No, no I'm not gonna dry up, my phone Stay waist as f*ck I meant to say moist but who gives a f*ck I'm still going up like Carl and Russel Do it like all the time Baby, she be fucking with me, she love these lines Not the white lines though I can't do that, no That's a fact like true that Fight me, get blue black Your head big, way too fat You need liposuction All these verses come in abundance You stuck in the back and I'm closing the trunk You said my shit ain't got no substance Homie, what's up with that Like Keenan Thompson, SNL Your hating funny as heck So funny, I'm laughing Ha, ha, ha, that's so funny, I love that Where you been, you a rug rat Too young for me, I'm a old brat Not spoiled though, I work hard for everything that I got I don't know where you been but I'm on the fucking top Bitch, going on top, yeah Told you I'm going nonstop Back in this shit and I'm flowing with Noah, the goat engineer He is all that I got Except for Al Jabrone and fam and Uncle Ant, he working a lot Finessing the bread at like three AM Every day he get there and go Go in, yeah He always going in Always working with him It's a pleasure to work with him So shoutout Uncle Ant, the big hoss, he the goat, my friend He the goat, my friend That bread was sick
Written by: Austin Ohlhous
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