Cult Sag Pt. 2

Lyrics

Black Josh: I'm over the edge of Kurt Cobain with at shotgun You could be Usain Bolt I'm Mo Farah in the long run I need me a (?) with big lips and a long tongue So she can lick my, and suck my ummmm Like some bonbons I'm smoking cancer sticks I'm always on some saggin' shit Like the Brick Pelican Posse Crew Gang Syndicate I'll take the game into my two hands and smash him into bits Like a punk band's instruments Two grams in a spliff My clan's with this shit So I know I won't ever get down like I'm Icarus I'm old school like some kickers is 90s era baby I like my lighty's crazy My entire swazey wearing Nike TN trainers Come and party with the hood rat Attitude like "fuck that" I was raised where they kept the drugs stashed Now I'm where some sluts at Turnin' up in some gaff Taking what I'm selling with some scumbags Chorus (Black Josh): Cult Saggin' On a sesh, my bro lagging Off my head, iPhone damaged Had to give my mate a number cuz she told me where the gaff is To the after party We don't need an invite We just crash it Cult Saggin' Cult, Cult Cult Saggin' Die-hard, working off habits Said I wouldn't do it after last time, but it went and happened again I've been drinking, smoking, pulling women I'm a savage Cult Saggin' Milkavelli: On a rubber dingy rocking RLYC 10 out of 25 yeah the yard smell spicy "Ring the alarm bells" type weed Sixty-one six the whole cartel's vibe-z I rock a pearl bracelet Your girl rates it I can swim so elegantly Mermaid shit Pour it up I don't want to hear the words "pace it" Drink my cup as fast as I can Dirt Races Boom blessed with sweg Stay freshly dressed Tape freshly pressed Looks like church shirt freshly pressed Freshly pressed juices Text my new chick Message sent Message read Two ticks Chorus (Black Josh): Cult Saggin' On a sesh, my bro lagging Off my head, iPhone damaged Had to give my mate a number cuz she told me where the gaff is To the after party We don't need an invite We just crash it Cult Saggin' Cult, Cult Cult Saggin' Die-hard, working off habits Said I wouldn't do it after last time, but it went and happened again I've been drinking, smoking, pulling women I'm a savage Cult Saggin' Lee Scott: I poured some Redbull and vodka in a shaman's brew Had a taste and flew I don't fly, but if I say I do it makes it true Even if it's off the handle I write my name in petrol, then I drop a candle Grab the nerve, cock it and burn your property I aim for you miss on top of the world's economy I'm an oddity On an even keel Word to the nuke in my pocket G I keep it real I run the game and I'm just button bashin' Out here, solo me vocal and hear busses passing Sirens rushing past them, the drug bust in action Fuck relaxing, up and at'em I'm surfing on a river Mersey On my way to Tipperary I'm not quite there but I miss you dearly Hear ye, hear ye But you didn't hear me I'm staring death in the eyes But my vision is blurry, so it isn't scary There's six hundred and sixteen ways the shit can vary And we've all got a bad bitch making sex noises in the foreign language Bags of doe and a plastic coca cola bottle filled with whiskey near me Chorus (Black Josh): Cult Saggin' On a sesh, my bro lagging Off my head, iPhone damaged Had to give my mate a number cuz she told me where the gaff is To the after party We don't need an invite We just crash it Cult Saggin' Cult, Cult Cult Saggin' Die-hard, working off habits Said I wouldn't do it after last time, but it went and happened again I've been drinking, smoking, pulling women I'm a savage Cult Saggin'