Bill

[Produced by Sweaty Fisherman] [Verse 1: Delusional Thomas] And he's still so delusional, stooping low as burials at funerals Fuck the fame, dropped an album, dipped with the recoupables My hoodie up, hide my face, cause I ain't good enough My bitch stay my bitch, so don't look, she keep that pussy tucked Now things are looking up, recommend the mescaline Digest in your intestines with intentions of ascension up Heavens no, my head is hot cause hell is cold The bitch I'm smashing into fashion, but I know the devil wear a leopard coat Back when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly Parton Bang your pardon this my third life, I'm parking on the turnpikes Searching for the circus lights, these demons never worked for Christ Ain't fucking with no churches, we was all about that murder life Samurai, murk you like you sure I'm nice Syrup turn to purple Sprite, confirm the shit that we already know Sick of politicking, as they talking, trying not to listen [Hook] I'm a real young goon, real young goon (x3) I'm a real young goon [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] It's the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga Salty to tee off with us, just know that T brought villain My nigga we all itching to see you dropped And I don't wanna chop it up, I never front like I'm the nicest Fame fazed him not the slightest, aim stainless at your iris Take paper out your pocket, just as sure as Toyo tires round That fucking little schisty clown is back in full effect Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting bitches by the neck Got my fucking dick as long as lists of shit I should regret I'm just a little bit depressed that's why the winter fit him best I guess I'm biased to the cold, I mix the Ritalin and sess Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks That I'm siphoning from shows, bitch and triple six the set (Six-six-six the set) run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants Doing niggas dirty as the motherfucking plunging cap My main and my ex screaming like it's a habit I move immune in between 'em because I'm diplomatic Catch me in your city passive, cleaning up my shitty act And bitches say them gritty raps be making up for shit he lacking Sixes and them kitty cats, that got him missing Jerry's Thomas Burpin' words that's hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic Very awesome so spare the comments, I'm bi-coastal Paid and chugging forties you niggas can keep your wine toasted Noon high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion Loaded, tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga I got candy for niggas I got panties for niggas What's good? Uh, yeah Holla at me 2013 shit, y'gnaw'mean? Bought a nigga a purse, I don't give a fuck What? Bitch Yeah, uh, bitch [Verse 3: Bill] Look, fuck these writtens, I don't watch 106 and Park I skate through the park in my 106's Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches You just see the spark in the blunts like I'm porno flicking Got the hormones tripping, I'm more so dripping Daily Bread's tatted on the chest of my torso And it's never gonna fade unlike my eyes So I go trip like Psilocybin, eyes wider than Ohio I'm going global, what you ain't a local? Going postal if you think we won't go through what you own, dude Watch the throne motherfucker, cause we molded you Older school Most Dope soldier I got the pro with tools Me and Clockwork get it in like we're supposed to Just don't act like you know us when you see us getting over views You're older news, I choose to move over you I watch like a boulder, now I'm colder than a frozen you You don't know where we're going so just hold the news I never got over fake rappers and the overview I'm not a rapper, I'm just scolding you So go home, we folded you, like wallets, I'm just holding you [Outro] You can't see me, when I'm rolling I got that weed nigga, so I'm swerving Niggas know me in the hood Niggas call me Tina Turner Roll a blunt and get turnt up Nigga we burnin, bitch nigga