Frozen Peas

Lyrics
Verse 1: Sometimes I might, might sleepwalk Geeked up all night Guided by neon green lights E.T. bring me, I'll swing by With an Ewok streets talk, Streets taught me Me watch, peep out the blinds Andre 3G said when you get a piece Keep a piece when you leave out the house Bein' paranoid and ready for whatever In my jeans and I don't mean Levi Strauss Got at least like three live accounts Preacher said recite your vows She was speechless, like secrets Like she hid his IG vids, she like big dicks He got a small one She might see size differently Gotta think big in the long run Cadillac just like Sunny had Eighth grade had a crush on Jane Crushin' cocaine on a nugget mat Honey Blunt gonna fuck up an oven rack Momma at work, gotta ask dad "Where your daughter at, sir?" I hope it doesn't bother you I autographed her Soccer dad thought that rap taught her bad words That sure sounds like Bad parenting, push that white girl By the parakeet, clear got clarity We're not scared to speed On that ice, I swear that these Klondike Squares that be online scared of heat I don't melt like feta cheese Let the pig squeal, that's a no can do I don't know them, no ma'am Dope man who gotta show out in Spokane Show improve, ah ah Hook: I'm in my lane A lane all by my lonesome And every state I lay my head I made my home front Don't think it's safe Gunshots from the ops Will chop your dome up Your head's an egg One shot to your brain Will make your yolk run Been authentic since I picked the pen up End up gettin' mimicked Influenced been lended Genuineness just went M.I.A Any event that I attended in this industry I went and benefited with the inner circle I intimidate Green and red stripe On the beanie, Templeton rye With a sweet tea, gingerale lime Squeeze please three gyros and fries More Tzatziki sauce on the side We eat like kings, we V.I.Ps Throw the peace sign please Or we might swing a pack of frozen peas on your eye Verse 2: Took a pill in Ibiza like Mike Posner Might smoke a white mocha cigar This smoke that my guy sold us Make you choke when you open the jar If you got loud what you call this then The shit louder than a sold out crowd Inside a coliseum Or a loud mouth bitch in a college gym Thinkin' y'all might win like "GO, team! GO!" Hoes see Moschino, she's sold Slingin' wood like Lowe's meets Home Depot , wonder if she got a dinner roll Or do she let her roast beef show I low-key hope she don't Either way though I'mma have my nose so far in her A hole Tongue salivatin' when I'm hungry Eat the pussy like a Chipotle bowl, ugh Shoot a bitch in the toe like Harlem Nights My clientele finally feel organized Order my Porter Wine from the vineyard Reduce it down, put the sauce on a Porterhouse My homie told me that you're 'bout to have a tour in town Just say the word, he'll set him up for the kill shot He ain't talkin' about the Eminem song Damn, let him live dawg Better chill, boy, still Hook: I'm in my lane A lane all by my lonesome And every state I lay my head I made my home front Don't think it's safe Gunshots from the ops Will chop your dome up Your head's an egg One shot to your brain Will make your yolk run Been authentic since I picked the pen up End up gettin' mimicked Influenced been lended Genuineness went M.I.A Any event that I attended in this industry I went and benefited with the inner circle I intimidate Green and red stripe On the beanie, Templeton rye With a sweet tea, gingerale lime Squeeze please three gyros and fries More Tzatziki sauce on the side We eat like kings, we V.I.Ps Throw the peace sign please Or we might swing a pack of frozen peas on your eye
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Credits
- Writers
- Bartosz Welka, Marcin Gerek
- Rittz