No breaks
We finna get it in
Chasing cake and dividends
Silver tongued snakes s-s-slithering
Overdosed on Ridellan
But riddle me this
You found bliss
In a place made of ignorance
Then again
You could never comprehend the time spent
Wonder where the rhymes went
Claiming a bunch of nonsense
Nah I came to bomb shit
Fat boy in the cockpit
Drop shit
These butterfinger niggas in the comments
Leeching off of the Profit
But see I'm something like a comet
The Commodore is Coming forth to confiscate ya watches
A Real G could shock the block with the plot twist
A wordsmith
A poet Trained with hidden lotus
All my niggas know it
I wrote this shit just to show it
You couldn't flip this like a thick bitch when it's snowing
Hiddy Hiddy Hoeing
Hide inside the omens
Exposing you lying told em
Pile drive opponents leave em dead for the moment
For the moment for the moment we hold it
For the moment we hold it yeah
Who want smoke with the big cats
'Cause we can get that
The proper kick and clap, a yaga bring your shorty wig back
A frightening plan, a mic in hand
I still reign with the strikes like lightning man
Grip it tight I love the mic like a tyson fan
Twice strike the man, like mike and he like to dance
Might just moonwalk to boondocks
Kick a few rocks when you stop the mood stop
So, don't stop until you get enough me
Get up with me, but luckily I wasn't kidding ain't no custody
Dam, ripping 'til it hit the root
It gets to to you
And if it's cool I'll clutch that shit just like a f*ckboy, it ain't miss missing you, huh
Man homie probably in it for the long haul
All gone I keep heat like long johns
So, I'm afraid to rescue you
If something less will do I'll let it be
Left the the recipe up in ya residue, nigga
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No breaks
We finna get it in
Chasing cake and dividends
Silver tongued snakes s-s-slithering
Overdosed on Ridellan
But riddle me this
You found bliss
In a place made of ignorance
Then again
You could never comprehend the time spent
Wonder where the rhymes went
Claiming a bunch of nonsense
Nah I came to bomb shit
Fat boy in the cockpit
Drop shit
These butterfinger niggas in the comments
Leeching off of the Profit
But see I'm something like a comet
The Commodore is Coming forth to confiscate ya watches
A Real G could shock the block with the plot twist
A wordsmith
A poet Trained with hidden lotus
All my niggas know it
I wrote this shit just to show it
You couldn't flip this like a thick bitch when it's snowing
Hiddy Hiddy Hoeing
Hide inside the omens
Exposing you lying told em
Pile drive opponents leave em dead for the moment
For the moment for the moment we hold it
For the moment we hold it yeah
Who want smoke with the big cats
'Cause we can get that
The proper kick and clap, a yaga bring your shorty wig back
A frightening plan, a mic in hand
I still reign with the strikes like lightning man
Grip it tight I love the mic like a tyson fan
Twice strike the man, like mike and he like to dance
Might just moonwalk to boondocks
Kick a few rocks when you stop the mood stop
So, don't stop until you get enough me
Get up with me, but luckily I wasn't kidding ain't no custody
Dam, ripping 'til it hit the root
It gets to to you
And if it's cool I'll clutch that shit just like a f*ckboy, it ain't miss missing you, huh
Man homie probably in it for the long haul
All gone I keep heat like long johns
So, I'm afraid to rescue you
If something less will do I'll let it be
Left the the recipe up in ya residue, nigga
We finna get it in
Chasing cake and dividends
Silver tongued snakes s-s-slithering
Overdosed on Ridellan
But riddle me this
You found bliss
In a place made of ignorance
Then again
You could never comprehend the time spent
Wonder where the rhymes went
Claiming a bunch of nonsense
Nah I came to bomb shit
Fat boy in the cockpit
Drop shit
These butterfinger niggas in the comments
Leeching off of the Profit
But see I'm something like a comet
The Commodore is Coming forth to confiscate ya watches
A Real G could shock the block with the plot twist
A wordsmith
A poet Trained with hidden lotus
All my niggas know it
I wrote this shit just to show it
You couldn't flip this like a thick bitch when it's snowing
Hiddy Hiddy Hoeing
Hide inside the omens
Exposing you lying told em
Pile drive opponents leave em dead for the moment
For the moment for the moment we hold it
For the moment we hold it yeah
Who want smoke with the big cats
'Cause we can get that
The proper kick and clap, a yaga bring your shorty wig back
A frightening plan, a mic in hand
I still reign with the strikes like lightning man
Grip it tight I love the mic like a tyson fan
Twice strike the man, like mike and he like to dance
Might just moonwalk to boondocks
Kick a few rocks when you stop the mood stop
So, don't stop until you get enough me
Get up with me, but luckily I wasn't kidding ain't no custody
Dam, ripping 'til it hit the root
It gets to to you
And if it's cool I'll clutch that shit just like a f*ckboy, it ain't miss missing you, huh
Man homie probably in it for the long haul
All gone I keep heat like long johns
So, I'm afraid to rescue you
If something less will do I'll let it be
Left the the recipe up in ya residue, nigga
Writer: Caleb Hill, James Massenburg
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid