Bootleg

(albüm: Is This Beauty? - 2017)

57 on the track (Yah)

Take the top off, let it breathe
Underwater cell mitosis at sea was the birth of the prodigy, me
Evolution theme so now they think I'm a geek
Hit the blunt just to show you I'm one with the leaf
Fade away like the vapor from mist in the breeze
I'ma do it for nothing and show 'em it's easy
They pray to a God whom I do not believe in
Yuh, I put out hits by the minute
Yuh, I do not see none you in this
Huh, my dick is so long, it's no limit
I'm taking the phone, playing Sims, speaking gibberish, huh
And they bend on my dick so I'm finna spoon
All these faggot ass rappers y'all listen to
'Bout to play by the rules with the Draco
I fly off a stick, ride my wood, shooting with a broom
Balling, they think, head is so big, might end up in a shrink
I wash my dick right up over the sink
After I smash like I'm Link, put the white painting in pink
I'm all over the coast, millions coming, I boast
I'm afraid there ain't shit for you, bro
I said leave it to me, now they want see me deceased
Mob all around me, capiche?

Huh, we move and we come in a mob, ayy
We come and we move in a mob
We come and we move in a mob, ayy
Your girlfriend, she swallow my nut (Okay)
We come and we move in a mob, yuh
We come and we move in a mob, yuh
We come and we move in a mob, huh
We come and we move in a mob

Move in a mob, we the mafia
Move in a mob, we the mafia
Move in a mob, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, Midnight the mafia
Move in a mob, we the mafia
Move in a mob, we the mafia
Move in a mob, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, we the mafia
Midnight the mafia, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hah, hah, fuck you mean, yeah

You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run, yeah
You cannot run, you cannot run, you cannot run
You cannot run, you cannot run, you cannot run
Fuck you mean, hah
57 on the track (Hah)