Etherized

[Verse 1: Lu Haley] I'm chilling sipping 7 Up I need some luck, my 7's up Hells down with Heavens up I glow like the rising sun So stick it up I'm robbing when I'm chilling Sicker stickerson Beat it up, billy club Heat it up, I'm really snug Trillest nigga in the club Snapback your ball cap And make you put that fitted up I had some anger, spit it up Jazz had to hit me up I'm rad, super sippy cup And levitate them titties up Kill that, a killer cuhh I'm dressing all my dressers up with money That your honey love Groupies in the hooptie Yall mad from the bunnies bug, I'm bugged out Share so much love that I'm hugged out I do this for my city, All City nigga what now [Verse 2: Jazz] Nigga what now, Champs Cut from the cloth of dead awesome Head lost in these tits like I was six Walking through the mall pass the food court No cash, no hot dog And bitches wasn't checking for niggas with knockoffs So I scrolled down the rack, spotted these ill sneakers $150. What can I get for $23 cuhh? A pair of socks, flip flops, and some sneak buff I'm better off rocking these cheap cheaters I'm gone in the ether My raps is meat cleaver Lead the freak leech skeezer to the desert with the creeps, leave her Birds with the feathers and the beaks Not when you broke, flock when you got cheese Only if it's sex, fuck it if it's not free bitch Cause Heather does whatever whenever I need shit No officer, that isn't weed you're smelling, it's my balls Now get off them, there's often some swelling I'm having trouble spelling cause my teacher's got a J-Lo ass And I get a stiffy whenever she bends to pick me up a pencil when I drop it I'm sorry it keeps slipping I'm trynna spit my game She keeps calling me a pipsqueak Asked her out for lunch she said she'd rather eat the mystery Meat, she's sweet, but fuck it she's out of luck And I'm a kid but I'll destruct her for fucking with Teddy Ruxpin [Verse 3: Jazz] Kick bombs, rockets I'm Tom in the pocket My style they mock I shine like gold lockets Visions of filling venues and getting millions in profit Fly as sky and there's no posers in my cockpit My mom told me to see myself a winner And when life hands you lemons you make dinner So son keep your chin up A threat to the veteran I mingle the melody and I'm just a beginner Never calm, I'm all up in the party My homies driving, I'm on the bus to the party I get up in the door like what up with the party They clown me cause my gear wasn't up to par, G Just separate myself from the plastic I keep it chill, real still Rap this magic Madness, come get it through your head, I'm past sick, casket I don't make hits I make classics