Twenty7z - D I S C O Lyrics

From rain drops on black tops
To Alleyway shootouts
The streets can be cold
If you don't honor the code
From hat tricks on big scores
Don't blow any smoke
Cause the price on your head
Will make sure it gets owned
And everything I did man
I did on my own
I'm screaming f*ck a front
Never take out a loan
Got hits like grand slams
Till I'm banking at home
Like a museum curator raking them bones
Man that's old money
Now I'm on the grind to figure out
How to get that show money
Low income
Trying to get the glow money
Flip weight from day to days
Like it was your day to day
But never let it regulate
Cause you could get hit with that
Bang bang
And I ain't talking 808's
From the cradle to the grave
From a label
To the front page little player
Catch me still munching lox bagel with capers
In other words
Eating good
Looking at you f*ck ups
Angry with the world
Eyes to the sky
Like "f*cks up?"
Do or die style like good luck bruh
What's comes around goes around quick
Like a nunchuck
You think it's going down on the rise
Like an up-chuck
You dumb f*cks
Out of dumb luck
There ain't no come up
Wait until a motherf*cker run up on you numb Nuts
Bout to bum rush the stage quick off a long jump
That's over the line
I'm off the chain
At the same time
Kill a hundred different songs with the same rhymes
Not the first to do it
Aint afraid to admit
Still love making music
So here's Some more exhibits
And I ain't pumping rides on tv for a living
And I ain't even dissing
Quit tripping
I'm just saying
I'm just doing me
I'm just living
I'm just saying
I'm just saying
I'm just saying
Life is like a disco
Life is like a disco
Life is like a disco
Life is like a
More grimy than the slime on Nickelodeon
I'm hungry like Cambodians
And ain't nobody notice it
I'm over it
Like high jumps
Only cause I'm high bruh
Maneuver like McGiver through situations
With a pencil and some paper
I could start a f*cking fire
Never looking tired
Vibrant energy like im wired
No Mountain Dew
But this situations code red
And I ain't lying
It's do or die and
I really feel like I'm dying
So I ain't trying to think at all
I'd rather link it all together
And just figure out the patterns to evolve
And circulate what money revolves

As we evolve
It depends the names that were called
Leave off
What they speak of
We ball
No jim jones
It's lo-depth
Bring bones
We roast them in one breathe
We ghost in
These flows
Like Noses
Of coke bitches
No gold digging
I only toke with what's giving
This shits worth tripping
Cause it's always smoke
Like magicians
Life is so trifling
High off the spinach
Exquisite
With addictions
Attempt winning
Five
No pivots
Teamed up like lifted
Research group
Grind
With the kick flip
Lo-depth is two misfits
No mimics