Chandler. - Half Decent (feat. TREY.) Lyrics

Bless you, Fellaair
Rytalfo put a dollop on the track

Keep the blade down low so my grass cut
All these snakes in the lawn tryna pass us
I got hands on deck for the bad ones
I just need an opportunity don't really have em

I don't know why
Y'all always talk shit
You too tightly wound
Like how my cap fit
Fillin in the blanks
It feel like Mad Libs
F*ck with me
Better be ready for madness
Cuz I'm uptight
And I don't think right
I don't talk how you talk
My work ain't slight
You can't drip how I drip
Buddy goodnight
Rhymes like swords
I'm a skilled knight
Oh shit oh now
They wanna talk to me
But I got two f*ckers
They the ones that walk with me
You got twenty teammates
Doin squatdiddly
F*ck out of my face
You're a snitch, you're a hillbilly
Spilt sauce on the beat
Lookin A1
Hop up in the booth and I dunk
I don't play son
Instrumentals from the boys
I gotta call em day ones
I get it from my daddy
Hereditary, call me Paimon

Keep the blade down low so my grass cut
All these snakes in the lawn tryna pass us
I got hands on deck for the bad ones
I just need an opportunity don't really have em
Well I've had one
Just sayin if you have one
Pass it to us and we gon' bag a ton
And what we do with it might be half decent

I'm just tryna get the fam out the apartment
Lost my job and now I been rappin without the caution
I'm the one they're pickin and choosin don't need a caucus
They just tryna throw it back for a couple of bosses
Noggin top redder than the lady sellin Frostys
Mayweather the beat, the sauce will have you lost and
The way I get it bumpin make you jump, Kris Kross em
Sickening, damn the verses leavin' em nauseas
Chan on the beat, big thumper
They bend the bumper, I dive in for a good supper
When I'm done I take a toke, what a f*ckin blunder
I sucked down a fat gulp of the bong water
Santa with the sack
Full of psychedelics
Spent the last twenty in the 'dega
For a ham sandwich
Came down feelin quite harsh so the vibe perish
Friend said I cried for an hour
Shit I'm embarrassed

Keep the blade down low so my grass cut
All these snakes in the lawn tryna pass us
I got hands on deck for the bad ones
I just need an opportunity don't really have em
Well I've had one
Just sayin if you have one
Pass it to us and we gon' bag a ton
And what we do with it might be half decent

Call up Toni oni
With like forty on me
Tryna have a sit down, smoke with all my homies
Never understood shit talk my Charmin's Ultra
F*cking with a theatre kid for the culture
Aye, bitch I'm madder than shit
How you gon spar, but can't f*ck with the kick
How you gon, f*ck me
Broken wrist
Not a diss to the homies I been known as a kid
Yeah, foundation is diff
When you break it down, can't compare a j to a spliff
When you break it even more you can't compare to a rip
Off the rip, even got ya own girl doing splits
Talking different
This that Houston shit
If you ain't heard bout it then yous a trick me
Then you bound to get crossed with the Houstafix
I'm talking sounds of the H, HoustFX

Keep the blade down low so my grass cut
All these snakes in the lawn tryna pass us
I got hands on deck for the bad ones
I just need an opportunity don't really have em
Well I've had one
Just sayin if you have one
Pass it to us and we gon' bag a ton
And what we do with it might be half decent

Bounce bounce, bounce bounce bounce bounce
I really like to bounce
Ooooooowee, yeah
Bring it back, bring it back
I like that little ew
Make ya shake ya hips
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