KILLXANDER - ORANGES!

Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Record it in my bedroom, fuck it I'll go tour it
Your face goin' red but, why your hair is orange?
I might chop you up like an instrumental in storage
Harvest all the cash, baby, please give me your organs
Head in the microwave, you're burnin' like you're porridge
Please don't get too curious, George, uh
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Record it in my bedroom, fuck it I'll go tour it
Your face goin' red but, why your hair is orange?
I might chop you up like an instrumental in storage
Harvest all the cash, baby, please give me your organs
Head in the microwave, you're burnin' like you're porridge
Please don't get too curious, George, uh
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Speedin' down the highway, yeah that shit illegal
I don't have my license yet, I learnt it through the people
Speedin' down a Ford Focus, shit is regal
I don't give a fuck what you said through the peephole
You can say my music's garbage, look where I started
I hardly opened my mouth, now I'm retarded
Music make you do the stank face, somebody farted
Back on the track, I'll disregard it
I could fuckin' rap for the rest of my life
I got Somber Boyz for me, get comfortable in top 5
I could make a million like a day 'fore I'll die
At least I'll support my gang, that's the only goal that's in mind
Yo, chillin' in my Reboks, yeah you know I beatbox
I ain't dropped a song in a minute, had to restock
Wrist it got like three clocks, that bitch she take three cocks
Split down the mid like the part in my hair, and I'll make sure I'll braid it at least once
Drop to the floor when I walk in the room
I make the chicks go haywire, I make the Tik Tok go boom
I make the beat and the pad, I make your girlfriend laugh
I make her call me dad, while she shakin' that-
(Nah, I ain't gotta say that)
Aye, I get up to lots of mischief
I might go and steal your mistress
If she's a waiter, then she'll wait for the tip, tip
I can't get all my haters off my dick, dick
Cause I'm a muh fuckin' goon
I pull up with the tool
If you actin' a fool
Your head could get misconstrued
You best not play with your food, or you could get-get, get
A muh fuckin' tool inside your head-head, head
Cause I'm a muh fuckin' goon
I pull up with the tool
If you actin' a fool
Your head could get misconstrued
You best not play with your food, or you could get-get, get
A muh fuckin' tool inside your head-head, head
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Record it in my bedroom, fuck it I'll go tour it
Your face goin' red but, why your hair is orange?
I might chop you up like an instrumental in storage
Harvest all the cash, baby, please give me your organs
Head in the microwave, you're burnin' like you're porridge
Please don't get too curious, George, uh
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it
Record it in my bedroom, fuck it I'll go tour it
Your face goin' red but, why your hair is orange?
I might chop you up like an instrumental in storage
Harvest all the cash, baby, please give me your organs
Head in the microwave, you're burnin' like you're porridge
Please don't get too curious, George, uh
Back in the whip, foot on pedals and I floor it

Written by:
Alexander Matta

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