LAND OF THE FREAKS

(album: The Play Don't Care Who Makes It - 2018)

Dat Boy Cassius
Nonstop

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

Got so many cars, I'm like, "What I need that Benz for?" (Yeah)
Got so much money, I'm like, "What I'm gon' pretend for?" (Yeah)
Hundred dollar bills with no motherfucking billfold (No)
And you know I'm kicking shit like a fucking field goal (No)
Yeah, gold, all on my pinky (Damn)
Yeah, gold, all on my wrist
Yeah, gold, all on my grill
Yeah, gold, all on my chest
Yeah, I'm a misfit, dipshit, fish sticks, six whips
Times two, I'm cold, swine flu, must I remind you?
Bitch, tell her nigga, my bitch, she came with stilettos
Nigga, my crew, we came with Barrettas
Nigga, my car, it came with umbrellas
Nigga, put that shit on acapella, head to toe in Donatella
Nigga know my old school, a motherfucking Panamera (God damn!)
Mind on me (No), so don't worry 'bout mine
I smoke and get vibes
Look at my eye (Yeah), I can't decide how to describe
Your nigga looking broke, I hope that shit a disguise (Yeah)

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks

Freak on my Zodiac, you must be heavy on Cognac
I gave you a hundred, you told me a seventy-five, lil' bitch, I want me a quarterback
I am indulging in oysters, I bought my shawty a cluster
I come and ride for a busta, car came with everything except a butler, yeah
She pidgeon-toed in them Christians
Don't fuck with Goofy niggas, that's Disney
Always on my grizzly, table in the back, picnic (Yeah)
Alka-Seltzer Cold, your career started fizzing
You gon' need 4 pair Cartier's to see my vision
Ok, delivering a dealership
Go so much, need a membership
My car knock-kneed like Kenny Smith
And I'm signing off, no penmanship, yeah

I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks
I hop on the beat
Her body on fleek
My pockets obese
My partner gon' eat
My partner a G
We straight out the street
Home of the Braves
Land of the freaks