[ Featuring Skill Syrup ]
I got that rope around my neck
Hollow hates and don't respect
All you pussies trynna flex
I leave em dead and end the set
What I do is not up next
Unless they sentence me to death
I came from baggage on the steps
I'm switching builds like I respeced
Ayo all my shit is hot like it's Curry
Ain't no Denzel
Holly full of fury, feeling buried
Got them black nails
Tripping off a Larry, still detailing
How my track fails
I'm so f*cking fly, I'm in the sky
And dropping chem trails
Running from my past bails
Bleeding from the cash sales
Sleeping in my rope
Until I'm falling through the track scales
Floating, with them 10 sails
Send you to the 10th Hell
Creeping through your village
Tell your clan I got like 10 tails
Ayo I ain't on the road dawg
I'm sleeping in the stu
Boy I check em like it's roll call
And who the f*ck are you?
Aye this shit how I cope dawg
I'm smoking blunts with $uu
I can't aim it down the scope dawg
I'm aiming it obtuse
Make em clean up all the juice
I split my head inside the booth
I got that Syrup in my slushy
Bitch I'm sipping, that's the truth
I keep my guard, got nothing to prove
I'm steady tripping off a scoop
I smoke your dawgs and call it scoob
There's psilocybin in my soup
Aye
