ready to get it started
aye, time to go (retar(d)ed)
aye, shorty think I lost it but im back up on it
flight to boston, im so awesome
Im about to hit that s*** the long way
everything I do is for the money and I don't fake
you @ me that's taxing
bad b**** name ashlin
ass fat so fabulous
im rapping this, the new catalyst
hitemwithdatnewshiii
we activist, we stacking this
i pull up with a drum mag and shoot em if he tattling
NIGGA

word word
back in this...
back in this...
back in this...
back in this...
in a newwwww whippppp

I rack (Iraq) up them racks call me the Bag Dad (Baghdad)

I ran (Iran) up a check, man I’m tearin (Tehran) up the game

His prices were so low it was a do-buy (Dubai) am I right? (Emirate)

Pulled out the musket (Muscat) his last words were “Oh man!” (Oman)

Thought I’d pop him in the new deli (New Delhi) down the block but he wasn’t in there (India)

Left the mask at (Damascus) home….are you serious?! (Syria)

Asked the homie “are my eyes low?” (Oslo) he said “no way!” (Norway)

Told you I’m a rapper, I put my soul (Seoul) in my career (Korea)

Listening to Prog (Prague) Rock while running a check up (Czechia)

I’m doublin’ (Dublin) up my revenue wherever I land (Ireland)

lookin like a trillion bucks, swag on deluxe
im not a s*** but i can give u what u want
tell me what you want can i penetrate that c***
can i put it in ur butt then smoke my indica
you wont see me in the club, yea i got it from the mud
u a dirty little slug, ima squash u like a bug
ima f*** her on the rug while she beggin me for d****
my p**** is a gun, she eatin it for fun
im schemin for them funds,
she a demon for my c***it is the season for the rub
got the spice in the tub
and my wife in the cut
she dont exist yet, tryna get my d*** wet
make that s*** stretch, gimme that rich neck
ima make ur c*** wet, squirtin on the big jet
mile high flyin like im ridin right torward the sun
the pilot get heightened im fighting the terrorist
like i was in Paris f***in on an American
i will not be paying the tariff
i stay on the terrace
smokin flower and airin it
got yo b**** im declarin it
destroy the p**** im tearing it
give her semen inheritance
i got infinite decadence
with my riches embellish it
wicked intelligence
pull the stick on a reverend
yea my d*** is irrelevant
but she lick like a peppermint
im the doctor just chemisting
not a dentist im connecting it
next thot is my second b****

Idk how yall do this acapella

im schizo psycho

I b freestyling my ass off but i swear i cant write at all

nah u good bro jus keep spittin let the brain flow

Thats why i love freestyling, idk how but it just forces u to come correct

Writing i dont feel the energy. I need a beat to juice me

for me if i catch a flow im in it

U a real rapper, im tryna get on that level

He'd still be a legend if Houdini had lived
But we tend to romanticize what we see to the end
My mind's on the crowd; they're on needles and pins
When I pick the locks open and start breathing again

Girl do you brush your tongue? Why your breath stank?

She must’ve got her stripes sucking duck cuz that s*** rank

idk if u noticed
but i am focused
she suck my foskin befo it go in
got the lotion and the motion to cause a commotion
producing potion, she go in & soak in
she strokin for tokens
im toking and doping
they say bro is just flowing
but i know it im chosen
provoking that ho b****
get her wetter than the ocean
im so lit, i broke it
give her mo d***, she open
clean booty i soap it
now shawty just stroke it
i poke it, im here for the moment

smoke that weed like it's my opp
p**** in a sock
schemin on these stocks
i got the Draco so u not believin it is Josh
she's teething on my cock
had to release it from my glock
catching bodies be nonstop
they call me serial but i aint sweet
they aint gon hear from u, u wont speak
clap those cheeks
grab those sheets
turn it a whole lotta red ima make u bleed
take my shirt off and the hoes cant breathe
my mind thinks in only lyrics and memes
i cant distinguish reality from my dreams
what does that make me?

Felt like playing slots having quarters in my jeans
Back when Kid Cudi dropped, i made a fortune selling weed
That was a long time ago; I'm lying dormant in the scene
When it's Goodnight Moon, you can't be moving like the teens

It's water under bridges, water on the knees,
Water on the brain, liquid ounces, different leagues
I got salad, but it's salad: different greens
When you reach a different phase you start needing different things