Chupas

[Intro] Uh The aliens have landed Nonames lay down the foundation We really in this motherfucker [Verse 1: HideandSeekZoo] Zoo is what god say, Gremlin and young Blazay The, lyrical bullies, spitting flows down your hallway Been dope as always, I [?] with setbacks Got a mob full of goons, spittin' this motherfucking stead back Got a good fam, I rep that Wait until my check's fat, then call me HideandSeek 'cuz I just don't know where my head's at Young pimp pharaoh, treat these hoes like a scarecrow My raps become parols, your raps are imperil I don't care though, got them rare flows that y'all try to mimic But this shit ain't no gimmick Reach my zen and push the limit I know it's been a minute, It's like a pivot the way I switch it up Trapadelic medic, with the Henney in my Dixie cup It's looking great, now the honeys wanna hit me up I'm way out of orbit nowadays, girl just wish me luck Yeah, lookin' at the world like, what do I do now? I don't stop at the feet, so I hit you with this raw style Me la chupas on a Friday aye, aye [Verse 2: Gremlin] They ar-e sleeping on me like a sofa, so what I really don't give no fucks Kinda like when I met Bleezie Didn't bother to keep my chote tucked I should have now that I look back My shit was harder than doors punch I mean, doors handles But it don't matter Gotta keep it down when she shows up Lowkey, sup girl, I like young girls but I pull sluts They're the biggest freaks, that I get from meeks They the same damn time like a cold cut Show up with HideandSeekZoo Sup hoe, nice to meet you They'll be double teams Till she fucking screams and her cheeks are red like Pikachus Slob on my knob, but I need the lube Treating my meat, like a feeding tube 'Cuz I need a screw you better see it through I'll throw a motherfucking frisbee at you (bitch) I don't wanna repeat it, boo I'll beat it to The Beatles Watching Beetlejuice and even eating Cheetos with some fetal stew But, if you're really good I'll treat you to some nasal soup Maybe even wild wings, and you can watch me eat a few Yeah, I'm the romantic type And the make you panic type Slash your tire, make your home catch on fire That is right Hella me la chupas on a friday [Verse 3: Bleezie] No chupes, None Bleezalina in this motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship, consume and ate the shrooms I took each cap to the face Why they call me Bleezie, well I really can't say I'm clinically insane, I just make it look adorable Sweet as pumpkin pie, I still punch a hoe in her throat though Fucking with my dope flow, never wanted to be born broke Yes I need that rose gold, never fucking with that 10k I diss broke boys all day, I give hoes no leeway Drive drunk on the freeway, I'm a minor in possession Got fetish [?], fat pockets, and quick emissions Me and George are on a mission, these fuckers oughta listen We providing what they missing, just call us the missing link From [?] my hung group, they don't shriek That's why groupies wanna fuck me, and your main bitch wanna hug me Me la chupas on a Friday, me la chupas on Wednesday, but seven days a week I'm turned up and feel amazing I'm gonna roll these blunts sir, Gremlin go ahead and keep that chote tucked Choo, choo