ASL they hearing me
On ACL's they kneel for me
I heil success like fascist
Mama tell me that I'm Baptist
But that church will never have it
Got me feeling like I'm blacklist
Got he truth in my face with no bullshit left to back it
Like there's mace in they face kept em all from really seeing this
Me and this hit list, best friends bitch
I'm tying loose ends like some Nike laces
I knew this shit hot, steam pressed don't impress
Don't neglect my intellect
F*cking numbers and projections
Like a lethal injection to erections
Made me stand up to collections
Of some pushovers and critics
Turn her over when I'm finished
Pat her back I'm on the last lap
Cock a mother f*cker back and blast that
Gasoline pouring over me, mother f*cker try and match that
Match that
Moving together in a squadron
I got two bands and quarter
I got three stans and they riding
Coming with revenge and abolish
All of that shit said I forgot it
Feeling like Lupe and I'm Drogas
Tryna beat 666
You looking like a bitch bitch bitch
Tryna ask me "what is that"
So let me talk my shit
And you should take two steps back
Imma hit a walk off bitch
Motherf*ckers getting crisscrossed
Getting crucified for lines like this
Moving fast off rip
Tip toe around it
You cannot touch this
Shine bright like a star
Man I wax off this
Talking shit
Catch my hands
Catch my motherf*cking hands
Never expect to get rocked like this
What you know about that boy Duffy
Bet you know nothing bout him
I can tell you that he got a problem
Stacking money and he aint
Gone ever stop it
And he got to keep a pocket rocket
Cause niggas really be pocket watching
Bet you wish you can take his spot
But you also know we aint never swapping
I got the moves like Michael Jackson
Yeah I be balling do this without practicing
But I am not passing it
Yo nigga a has been
Yeah thats past tense
Hop in the wraith and I drag it
Yo girl wanna hop on the wagon
Yes I be going in spazzing
If you talking shit
We make you bleed uh
I can keep that bitch uh
Right on her knees uh
Youngins get the trigger
Know they gone squeeze
Bless you with one in the head uh
Like you just sneezed
Oh shit
HOLY BONG WATER (feat. Duffy) Video (MV)
Performed By: Geminiwatch
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Daevion Duffy, Jacob Shive, Justin Strauch
Geminiwatch - HOLY BONG WATER (feat. Duffy) Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
ASL they hearing me
On ACL's they kneel for me
I heil success like fascist
Mama tell me that I'm Baptist
But that church will never have it
Got me feeling like I'm blacklist
Got he truth in my face with no bullshit left to back it
Like there's mace in they face kept em all from really seeing this
Me and this hit list, best friends bitch
I'm tying loose ends like some Nike laces
I knew this shit hot, steam pressed don't impress
Don't neglect my intellect
F*cking numbers and projections
Like a lethal injection to erections
Made me stand up to collections
Of some pushovers and critics
Turn her over when I'm finished
Pat her back I'm on the last lap
Cock a mother f*cker back and blast that
Gasoline pouring over me, mother f*cker try and match that
Match that
Moving together in a squadron
I got two bands and quarter
I got three stans and they riding
Coming with revenge and abolish
All of that shit said I forgot it
Feeling like Lupe and I'm Drogas
Tryna beat 666
You looking like a bitch bitch bitch
Tryna ask me "what is that"
So let me talk my shit
And you should take two steps back
Imma hit a walk off bitch
Motherf*ckers getting crisscrossed
Getting crucified for lines like this
Moving fast off rip
Tip toe around it
You cannot touch this
Shine bright like a star
Man I wax off this
Talking shit
Catch my hands
Catch my motherf*cking hands
Never expect to get rocked like this
What you know about that boy Duffy
Bet you know nothing bout him
I can tell you that he got a problem
Stacking money and he aint
Gone ever stop it
And he got to keep a pocket rocket
Cause niggas really be pocket watching
Bet you wish you can take his spot
But you also know we aint never swapping
I got the moves like Michael Jackson
Yeah I be balling do this without practicing
But I am not passing it
Yo nigga a has been
Yeah thats past tense
Hop in the wraith and I drag it
Yo girl wanna hop on the wagon
Yes I be going in spazzing
If you talking shit
We make you bleed uh
I can keep that bitch uh
Right on her knees uh
Youngins get the trigger
Know they gone squeeze
Bless you with one in the head uh
Like you just sneezed
Oh shit
On ACL's they kneel for me
I heil success like fascist
Mama tell me that I'm Baptist
But that church will never have it
Got me feeling like I'm blacklist
Got he truth in my face with no bullshit left to back it
Like there's mace in they face kept em all from really seeing this
Me and this hit list, best friends bitch
I'm tying loose ends like some Nike laces
I knew this shit hot, steam pressed don't impress
Don't neglect my intellect
F*cking numbers and projections
Like a lethal injection to erections
Made me stand up to collections
Of some pushovers and critics
Turn her over when I'm finished
Pat her back I'm on the last lap
Cock a mother f*cker back and blast that
Gasoline pouring over me, mother f*cker try and match that
Match that
Moving together in a squadron
I got two bands and quarter
I got three stans and they riding
Coming with revenge and abolish
All of that shit said I forgot it
Feeling like Lupe and I'm Drogas
Tryna beat 666
You looking like a bitch bitch bitch
Tryna ask me "what is that"
So let me talk my shit
And you should take two steps back
Imma hit a walk off bitch
Motherf*ckers getting crisscrossed
Getting crucified for lines like this
Moving fast off rip
Tip toe around it
You cannot touch this
Shine bright like a star
Man I wax off this
Talking shit
Catch my hands
Catch my motherf*cking hands
Never expect to get rocked like this
What you know about that boy Duffy
Bet you know nothing bout him
I can tell you that he got a problem
Stacking money and he aint
Gone ever stop it
And he got to keep a pocket rocket
Cause niggas really be pocket watching
Bet you wish you can take his spot
But you also know we aint never swapping
I got the moves like Michael Jackson
Yeah I be balling do this without practicing
But I am not passing it
Yo nigga a has been
Yeah thats past tense
Hop in the wraith and I drag it
Yo girl wanna hop on the wagon
Yes I be going in spazzing
If you talking shit
We make you bleed uh
I can keep that bitch uh
Right on her knees uh
Youngins get the trigger
Know they gone squeeze
Bless you with one in the head uh
Like you just sneezed
Oh shit
Writer: Daevion Duffy, Jacob Shive, Justin Strauch
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid