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Pesto

 

Pesto

(album: OOFIE - 2019)


Ayy Tony

Getting drunk sitting at the table
I feel like Pun knowing I'm the one
No need to anchor to know I won
Take a Tums, you can't take the drums
Tony on the ones and the twos
Times a fucking ton, that's what Tony do
I cough up a lung up on my only shoes, lonely dude
When the homies through ain't so lonely, now we growing rude
Colder tone, sip a colder brew, this shit be overdue
Now they throwing hands, get out of hand once we out of grams
Remember throwing bottles at your mans, really tossed it, they
Said I lost it but fuck it, I'm off it, I'm the
Grand maestro of the metro
Damn, your hand swipes slow, while I get dough
Y'all ain't even got inside that turnstile yet, yo
Let go, ain't you seen, turn my style pesto
Green this, green that, green fit, green hat
Even got a green bitch with a green ass
In Brooklyn took a green cab back where we at
Can't see Pat, look, Leppy Coqui's back!

I played this game too long to move on
Fuck it, the coupe song
Went from jumping on fucking futons 'til my crew gone
Reviews strong, not enough views on the songs
Bar level on like ten thou'
Motherfucker, yeah I been here for a while
Yeah I been here for a while
(Oofie)

We despise him, ain't a ally
Hmm, can't confide in him
You ain't buying all that bullshit that he trying
So you brush that bullshit off, ride by him, am I lying?
You don't see the signs, see the sirens
Look, got fly vision, bruh, time difference
On another planet dammit, baptize Christians
Make 'em Wiccan, like they wicked witches
But they just be spitting, if they listened they'd be wicked with it
It's a Coquí, not a cricket
It's a one-oh piece, so my homie hit it
He told me, I know he did it
Yo Tony, how brodie living?
Brody Briggins
Blunt, dro' be in it, cup, 40 in it
Jumped over gimmicks
Jumped over critics they midgets, I'm over with it
Wiki nice, they know the digits, what up!

I played this game too long to move on
Fuck it, the coupe song
Went from jumping on fucking futons 'til my crew gone
Reviews strong, not enough views on the songs
Bar level on like ten thou'
Motherfucker, yeah I been here for a while
Yeah I been here for a while

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