MIST TWST (feat. Kermode Zay, Q-Ball, Neem, Rob Buck & Lil EZ)
FLEAU
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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 f*ck 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 F*ck 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
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Written by: Elliot Larson, Isaiah Gengembre, Nehemiah Senger, Quinlan Bonnett, Robert Buckley
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