ridin round it’s just me & my girl playin paramore
she said “babe them back shots left my ass sore” 

i said “babe turn the heated leather on and pipe down, you the one that made me the freak and turned me out” 

gotta stop eating burgers, breath sound like gandolfini 
love it when we ride round and my white bitch feed me 

gotta stop vaping, breath sounding like tony soprano 
babe said i snore too loud like i don’t already know

glock 19 look the ocean call it baja blast 
babe said slow down the car you drive to fast 

in the corner making bands like machine at the laundromat

 in golds off noxon getting buckets like ja morant 

babe said slow down the car i got anxiety 
just like when i walk thru target and the reds eyin’ me 

ridin round it’s just me & my girl playing the killers
spun the block twice like when you pulse the blender 

cloud of smoke in sport whip got san marino splendor

1pm in Wurtsboro

in the rain (ft. orion) [2020]

ariola (ft. orion) [2020]

LYRICS

5:30 the car missing 
tryna say some shit but i keep accidentally mincing 

wanna cut it off 
i ain’t talking bout the hair 

feel like nothing really fair 
feel like it ain’t nothing really there 

don’t know what anybody on 
don’t know why i force the homies to make these songs 

Feel like that keeper dre on milan 
don’t know if we finna win but im ready to die bout mine 

feel like leBron at le mans
tryna say the right words but still end up kinda wrong

sat on the bench for some time 
sprung up and bounced back a little like zion 

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the money belong to me 
tear it out your palm leave a burn like jamal murray’s 

danny brown said i need that monkey kinda furry
made the coochie squirt now my glasses kinda blurry

suck on the coochie like capri sun 
knew she was the one from the second we begun

i’d feel different if ja was holding bigger guns 
this bitch on the beat in the back speaking tongues 

tryna get some more than these crumbs 
it might be coming soon cause i can feel it in my plums 

want to move back out but i also want new golf clubs 
it’s hard to do both so i guess i’ll do the dumb one 

she kissing on my chest dick got tall like wembanyama
wishing every day i could see her ass mañana 

want to see her ass tomorrow

want to see her ass tomorrow 

want to see her ass tomorrow
it’s hard to catch a breath like i’m out in colorado 

she the #1 pick, and i’m the spurs, i won the lotto
slim chances, white and thick like vanilla gelato

ahhhhh

need to win the masters so scobie get mofongo 
darlin named me bertha cause how deep my tongue go 

wag my finger all up in her like my name Mutombo  
flip the dubs to get the Ms set that bitch to wumbo

pancakes for dinner

written by me, nick, and jarred. prod. by andrew. 

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drop like flies off the squad, gang admissions is harder than Harvard, 
the goal is to get a PJ or at least something chartered 

l used to coach her through the choke like she was Sprewell, 
and now she show up with her new girl and not tell 

i used to sleep in Pat’s room, on Mitch and Miggy’s floor, 
you know you not gon bust, so what you uppin for?

Big Body Whip look like it shoot BBW porn,
Andrew let me cook for hours but what was it really for? 

say you up next when you know that i’m better than you, 
i’m not being rude you just know that i’m tellin’ the truth

 pulled jumper back but not like Harden or Steph,
 the 30 tipped out so it shoots right through 


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i drove back from Tommy’s a couple times more messed up than this,
brick of yellow powder from asia smell a lil like piss 

a fiend told me that the first hit of base is as good as it gets, 
that’s why my bag doin’ well like the first name Jeff 

my brother keep the .44 on him and it bang like Hank, 
don’t want to run around without him to be quite frank 

new girl i got she definitely a suitable find 
she nicknamed me John Nash, i give beautiful mind 

all i ask is that she dare not do me dirty
rather have kids with her than be out here single and thirty
 
a little hardheaded she got hardtop like premium Jeep 
thank god she a bit of a freak, passion in the back seats 

gotta take it slow and you know that don’t matter to me
a little bit of kindness and perky yitties is all i need 

sometimes i go blank and run out of shit to say to the girl
what can you really say to prove you gon’ give her the world

still brand new but i praying she the one for me
like book said to cp “i need 2 tho, 3”

swear she make me feel like I’m way over the moon 
she like k-schwarb out in Philly make that ball go boom 

hope this don’t come off or sound like i lack any tact 
getting older still i promise i know just how to act 

antelope jerky come from Ituri straight to my lap
it ain’t no goin back,  that’s just a matter of fact

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