[Intro: Discrete Heat and GROWN Solo]
Recording?
Yeah
Alright, we're about to hit the stu, AAAAHHH-

[Verse 1: GROWN Solo]
Bitch that give me face, drop it down and hit yo pace
I'm one holy mofucka, slop it down and give me grace
Prayin' to your fuckin' Lord, shit
Just went overboard, when I’m bored
Where the cat at? Oh, on that app, ay
She not from my city, but she kinda pretty
Swipe right, for the pipe
No match, that’s a pity, ay
Might just fuck another day
Sippin' Henny and it’s straight
Lookin' in the mirror, all I see is Timmy Chalamet
Shit I might just need to pray, bought a brand new Bible
You one crazy mofucka, Myers with the Michael
She too fickle with the pickle
Rickle Dick'll dick her down
She came strapped up with the sickle, 
She know villains come around
Psycho, not a killer
Michael Jackson Thriller
White glove, black glove
OJ Simpson nearer, ay
She my caterpillar, she my Hun, Attila
Bought a coupe out the mud
And that bitch vanilla, ay
Park it with the valet, what you ridin' on? Ay
Dancin' like a ballet, what you vibin' on? Ay
Shit I feel like Spencer Shay
Shit I feel like Crazy Steve
Legendary by the way
And that shit ain’t make believe

I feel like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson
Yew!

[Break Part 1: Yung Kippur]
Yup, walk up, say hello
It's over from there

[Break Part 2: Yung Kippur, GROWN Solo, Discrete Heat]
Same beat, Dehrejan?
Same beat
Let me go on after
Alright, alright

Ding!

[Verse 2: Yung Kippur]
Yo bitch want me to slide, I told her not today
I know this dick good, but girl you gotta wait
Right now I'm really focused on my bank account
I'm out here chasin' all these checks instead of hangin' out
Been through some deadly situations, barely made it out
I got that stick and pack on deck 
I'll come and stake you out, for real
I like bitches who already know the deal
Ass so fat, she done made my drink spill
Hit the button on the scoot, goin' 95
Don't care 'cause I'm zoot, drivin' drunk, I'm high

[Verse 3: Discrete Heat]
I eat my burger with the double cheese and the fries
I'm kickin' it with my B's like I'm with the hive
Where the queen bee? Got a hypnotic ass
Where the freaks be? Joe Exotic cats
I'ma hit licks, I'ma split wigs
I'm on top of yo girl's wish list
Call me Young Pillar, 'cause I raise that roof
That ain't my kid, girl I need that proof
My momma asked me how much I be smokin' all the time
I told her "shit I lost count of my blunts when I hit five" 

[Outro: Yung Kippur and GROWN Solo]
Yes!
YEAAH!

{Prod. GROWN Solo}

Released: April 11, 2020

GROWN Solo

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