TiRon & Ayomari - Holocene (Is the List Closed?) [feat. Captain Is Cool] Lyrics

All the positivity stand outside
You not coming up in here
Yo, bro..you with the Bob Marley shirt, yeah
Security, get him outta here
Make sure you cut a couple of his dreads before you kick him up outta here
We don't need no positivity up in here
Hey, hey...lift your waist band up
Ok, oh..deuce deuce
It's a little small gun but come to the front
Oh, I see a knife
Nice, nice, nice
Yeah, oh..big hands
Man, you look like you can throw a mean right hook, yeah, come to the front
Come to the front
We trying to get wet
Come to the front with your negative ass
Come to the front, please
No hotep'n only hoes steppin
Excuse me, yeah...with the love jones hat, you gots to go
You have to get up outta here
I'm sorry, you have to go
Outta here, done dealie
You over there, hey
You're right in the middle of brown and black
So you just look a little positive cause of your skin complexion
Roll bro
Roll
We need K's, we need nines, we need 45, k's and nines

Mister mister
Here's a ticket
Sniff a bump, *sniff* a bump and beat the odds
Probably true but prove em wrong
And move em all out the mind
Might as well
Might inhale
Hell, I might light a match
Actavis, actavist
Purple sip, Malcolm X
Sex with love, f*ck without
Jumping in, jumping out, junkie now
Amy Wine
Whitney Hou
Phew
Whats a hue? Whats the use
Too legit, gin and juice
Shoot the shit, alley oop
Imma hit ya
Picture perfect, post it
Post it

Are you there yet
What it look like
Whats the dress code
Is the list closed
Tell me if its turnt up
Turnt up
Turnt, turnt
Turnt, turnt
Turnt, turnt
Turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt
Whats the scene like
To be seen right
Miss the green light
Run a run, run a red
Hell yeah
I'm in man
Stamped permanent
And its turnt up
Turnt up
Turnt, turnt
Turnt, turnt

You gots to scram bro, you smelling like sage.
Too much positivity
I feel the energy and I don't like it
You baby girl, yeah, you with the fake butt, yeah..talking about keep it real
Come to the front
I love it, yeah, I love the fakeness

People don't dance no mo
All they do is this
Po up to po up
Show up to show off
Twerk it to tease it
Pop it to prove it
Gotta look poppin to fool em
Getting caught up in the coolness
Thats how you probably can fool em
A couple shots of Ciroc make an alchie go holic and holly
A pinch of pussy potential make you pick up a bar tab
A bit of style is essential if you fixing to parlay
Some folks walk in just to stick to the wall and look awkward
Some be extra, they be flexing but all of em actors
On the set taking direction, we call it a party
Both sexes setting thirst traps we call it Macauley
Exes mess with next ups and etc etc

Are you there yet
What it look like
Whats the dress code
Is the list closed
Tell me if its turnt up
Turnt up
Turnt, turnt
Turnt, turnt
Turnt, turnt
Turnt up
Turnt, turnt, turnt
Whats the scene like
To be seen right
Miss the green light
Run a run, run a red
Hell yeah
I'm in man
Stamped permanent
And its turnt up
Turnt up
Turnt, turnt
Turnt, turnt

Yeah, aye
Push him
Push him harder, man
You gotta push
Go over there, that dude said, f*ck your dead homie
He said that
What are you gonna do

Are you there yet, what it look like

Yes yes yes
Shoot shoot shoot
Don't shoot him in the ass man
Shoot him in the face
We need closed caskets, man
Yeah, thats what I like
Yes
That's what I like to see

Are you there yet