HYKE, Divyansh Gupta and ATHRV - Flowcoaster

Aye Brisky
Lemme show these
Motherfuckers how to really
Do this shit man
Its about time

Sitting in my lab again
I’m usin on my set up
I was backin’ it up
Only for the steppin’ even more
Feelin’ in my head again
I’m chemist in the kitchen
And my medicine efficienct
Because that is what I’m told
Chemical inside of me
I put in the experimenting
Fire in the studio
When mic touch vox
Sittin’ in my lap again
The bitch you call love of life
Tellin’ me about you
I said bitch you bore
I am indisputable you know
I ain’t really suitable for havin’ as a foe
I ain’t doin’ M and now the
Home is like a hoe
Just another place of people
I don’t wanna go
They can never body me
I know that I’m a soul
I’ve been on the Charlie (cocaine)
For the months in a row
Every single homie that
I’m chilling with is pro
Eight beers in the first time I drove
I am a rapper
You rappers ain’t rappers
Y’all goin’ after
What I’m leavin’ backwards
Shifting you outta game
Movers and packers
Real rappers are like lions
And leopards
Rappers are druggies
And rappers are haters
Shut the fuck up bitch you
Rappers are greatest
You live in matrix
I live in your playlist
Busy in fucking
Don’t fuck with the dating
Everybody wanna be the main thang
Me Hardbone Trap Monk
Put the city on the map
Doin’ this shit twenty four seven
I’ll make a new religion with it
Once people start getting
What is rap
Every single day is like a weekend like a Sunday with no Monday comin’
When you’re makin’ music in the tracks
Feelin’ like I’m shady
Imma sell a fucking stadium
I feel it in my cranium
And gonna make stacks
You shit piece bout to get a
Piece of this up in the heat of this
I’m phoenixin’ up in this bitch
I’m evilest I’m bout to beat a bitch
Because he been a bitch
You hitting up my DM
I ain’t givin’ you a seen in this
I know you seeing this
And if you reading on my lyrics
Know that I’m a genius
Like I’m Phineas ever since
I was a fuckin’ foetus bitch
If I’m a dick then the game is semen
You know it is semen in the penis
Not the penis in the semen bitch
Have the charm
To date a nun seduce her
Introduce her to the ways of Lucifer
Make ‘em fuck up in a movin’ Uber
Let confess her she’s a roofie user
Make her wake up fucked
Like Bradley Cooper
Hangin’ over terrace its the spoof of
Lay her face in make up
Make her cuter
Drop her church in downer
Hallelujah

Who’s left

Who’s left
Is there anyone

To shoot at

To shoot at
With my very tongue

You rap

Oh you rap
Go let’s get it done

Whose next

Whose next
Yo I’m ready son
Just because I have been
Singin’ the hooks
And I’ve been painting my nails
In this
Don’t mean that I can’t be killing
The crooks
Bitch I’m never gonna change for shit
I make a twenty tracks in a month
Spitting it very fast on a cunt
I took a second to be number one
I’m in direction of peak when I run
When I fast rap
It is fast as
Speed of flash yes
Then I’m past that
Then I’m past that
Then I press gas
Then I pass that
Speed of pad’s flash
On the pad’s back
Then I get set go

Like its Asphalt
On a fast track
With a jet pack
In a back pack
Like a flash back
Of the past at
Fuckin’ death bed
Or a gat’s mag
Or a mac ten
I’m goddamn pro
I’m a toxic mate
I’m not to play with
Bitch you can fuck off here now
Or after layin’
I ain’t givin’ offer stayin’
Not today
Coz I don’t want you ovulatin’ populatin’

Bitch stop to hate
The cock you lay with
Lookin’ for you father in me haha baby
I’m more like a Joffrey awful
Rockin’ satan
Bitch you’re like a soccer ball
You’re passed to players

HYKE
Hmhmhm

I’m out
Shit

Written by:
Satvik Sharma

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Lyrics © AGM Productions

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