Crisflow - No Typo Lyrics

Flatlands, barstools and bagged grams
Main course waiting like Christmas ham
Geeked in the club had to hit a funky dance
Grab a mic and turn the world to a trance
Tour like France, hit a spliff and say oh brother like I'm Macho Man
Slicker than olive oil
Rippin stizzys til the coil burning
Coffee and anxiety got the stomach churning
Feelings burning for a different yearning
Fit crazy felt like swag surfin
Foot fell asleep lane merging
Sick like super models purging
So poetic, wrote the bars in cursive

Stole lighting like Percy Jackson
Shock the world, gave it static
Try to be pragmatic
But wanna take away breathes
Asthmatic
Shake shit like tectonic
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
POV Rodrick
Run game like Modric
Gotta hit this dunk, just gotta lob it
Move crazy like CrossFit
Deep in the pits, heat got me moving frivolous
Gave a girl head, tryna be chivalrous
Too grown to kid with us
Hype like I'm on angel dust
Rolled the grabba up like trust
Can't fail like an NBA bust
Shit is up

Wont be winning cuz of luck
Edibles size of hockey pucks
Talkin shit like I'm Chuck
Taylor Gang how I'm rolling up
Sick like when SpongeBob got the suds
Homerun like I play for the Cubs
Sippin water out the jug
Tell DJ turn it up
BBQ Lays with the Jersey sub
Scene lookin like Marti Gras
Line overstepped come bring the chalk
3.5 just to go on a walk
Bumpin Ghetto Gospel, shout sauca walk
Tryna be myself and got mocked
Monsters like hydros spew fire like pyro
3.50 for the gyro
X Games, circus like Nitro
No typo