THWACK FRIDAY

Lyrics

[Intro: koll, PE$O PETE, & Berleezy] Hey, little syren Big dog, brr! That's so cruel, Tablez [Verse 1: PE$O PETE] I'm runnin' shit 'round the globe, might just do it again, Sweden, Spain, Italy, fuck it, uh, I'm tryna go to Japan If he ain't talkin' money, I don't give a damn, I [?] 'bout [?], you popped out [?], these [?] Crocs, these ain't no Yeezys, the way that I fade him, it's different, you won't understand He facin' young PE$O, he queasy, I Domain Expand, ain't throwin' no hands, got [?], yo' bitch like [?], I'm swaggy, I'm wavy, my lines be grand My money be movin' on multiple, your money built like a Lunchable, you need a grand, it's sweet in the center, just hope that the outside is huggable, [?] You know it's differеnt, they stay on my tip like it's suckable, hе take out my swag and said, "Pay the deductible" He think that he cut corners, Uncrustable, he think that he fuckin' wit' us, we untouchable, damn (Uh, yeah) [Verse 2: yayu & TORO] Huh? My best work still way ahead, mind off [?] I'm faint of breath, Psychonaut, I'm goin' in Back on Earth, you fadin' in, saw the signs off shrooms, this life so doomed, can barely pay attention, how I'm 'posed to— Rappers wit' no pen still pay the rent, while I just rap to raise a bar like Socrates gon' raise a question, wait Some y'all Socrates, 'round y'all, I would not raise a kid, body like a temple, they just ashes in the wind to U.S. interests If I speak, they kill me, I know some these countries' Finstas, I know drug war [?], spendin' [?] with them elixirs I done stood on business so damn long, I'm gettin' blisters, I might call my White plug, shoot that bitch like Corey Kispert, uh I might call my cousin, take yo' bitch like Ashton Kutcher, take my chain, I might just ride 'round wit' my gang like Billy Butcher The conductor in the cut, might run the train like Benny Butcher, you want yo' ho, but [?] took her, she wanna fuck the gang, I book her [Verse 3: TORO & yayu] I ain't got time if it ain't 'bout bands, can't break no bread wit' no ho, these fake-ass rappers, they fake-ass bands, I'm sayin' this shit off the dome I'm in a jet, I'm smokin' on dro, she wanna fuck me, I love it, you know, you fuck wit' my brothers, I'm lettin' it, you fuck wit' my brothers, I'm lettin' it go I lied to my mama, I'm still on these drugs, I'm fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm all in the—, shoot for my gang, you might land in the dust, ain't bringin' no toast, so you might get crunched Can't hit my blunt if you can't take a punch, my shit thrombose, my plug make you overdose, clients comatose You act opp, I'm goin' ghost, [?] my blunt, no way, smoked down, broke his nose, he still tryna be gang, but he don't know the code And he don't know the road, [?] we do this every damn day, like, no one know, uh