Malott - Vertigo Lyrics

Blank thoughts
Blank mind
Can't stop this craft boy it's game time
4th quarter
Last shot
Making that shit swish?
Or hitting the mascot
Slapshot
Before it's just too goddamn late
Don't sit and take time to contemplate
Congregate at my mans shed 50 xans to the head
Count a band make bread
All my friends think I'm dead woah
Wanna count up a milli
Goat status no billy
These faggots eating vegetarian chili
No beef
Made my first visual, shoutout young reefe
Momma got hippies with pounds of da Keefe
Profound when I speak
Low down imma beast
Whole town finna meet my sound
Man I make beats from the goddam ground
Who wanna feat? gotta stop that now
Aye
Bish i done leveled up
You are not friends with us
Know you a phony like half of the presidents
I need no evidence
Reeking of prevalence
Copping yo guala I need them embezzlements
Sipping three olives
Bens in my wallet
Had a new number, so bish do not call it
This rap shit my calling
Did it with no college
Still feel like I'm falling like vertigo all in my mental

Gang shit isn't something I'm hip to
Slide on yo shit shoot it up with two pistols
Me and my dogs leaving nothing but gristle
Ak47 strapped with a missile
Packed to da gills
Hold straps for a thrill
Gotta mac with a dick
Blowing back clap steel
UGH
Finger f*ckin oppositions
Bitches
Getting buck will not delete these pictures
Cannot f*ck with any snitches riches
All that I'm chasing
Flow be too crazy
Mo Bamba I'm balling like Tracy MacGrady
Still feel like I'm falling this vertigo wavy
Purp looking indigo finna go nuts
Backwoods cylindrical lick that shit shut
Hold up lil brody plea pass me that forty
My mouth is way too dry to seal up this blunt