BottomMint - trip red

I make music in a fuckin' basement, play my songs so I can get more payment
I don't do this every day bitch, when I do it I can't take it
The way my bars always frustrate em' Is sending me into a tantrum
I ain't Blamin' Jimmy Tatum but next time I'll have to save em
Way I do it is so a blatant, pussy boy your impulse tainted
I live my life like a caveman, make your world into my playpen

I pull up with one AirPods in like Robert Frost
I'm on top of all these bitches with my semi tucked
And I don't give a fuck if you don't give me drugs
Still made all this up, but I don't rap enough
I know a lot of people want me in the dust
I knew some boys from B-town, now they're in the dust
If you don't give me drugs, then I'ma shoot you up
I got a lot of guns, I'm gonna shoot you up
You got a lot of pugs, and they look cute as fuck
I got a lot of guap like Mr. Pewterschmidt

I'm beat, I'm ridin' down the road on my street
I'm goin' for a stroll on my feet
I tripped and then I fell on the concrete, ay
I ain't fuckin' with no others, only rollin' with my brothers
I ain't go no where without em' ay
We on top just like a mountain, smoking on that Zoda pack damn
Do you know how loud my loud sound, ay
Bitch, I'm all about my chowder, drink that Truly with the powder

Bitch, I'm all about my Powerade
Bitch, I'm all about my power, ay
Bitch, I'm all about my power, ay
Bitch, I'm all about my Powerade

Knock out of the last round
Smokin' til it's all gone, ay
I might smoke another spliff now
Smoke it when I'm downtown
Smoke it' when I'm feelin' down

I'm not going to pass now, I think I'ma pass out
I be smokin' spliffs just chillin' in the grass now
I be smokin' spliffs, I just went through my last ounce
I like smokin' spliffs on the ski lift, yeah

I like smokin' spliffs in every region
I like smokin' spliffs for no good reason
I smoke a spliff and then act like a demon
I smoke a spliff, I can't feel no more feelings

I used to rip the bong and just play mobile games
Every day, all the same
Where the Fronto at
I just got the drip from Costco

I kinda got a little lost though
hopped out in my poncho
Driving on a dirt road
I be going skirt though

I be going turbo
But I just go in circles
I'ma pop just like a kernel
Sitting in the front row

Drippin' in my poncho
My homie does lawn care, he's good at making lawn jokes
I'm not good at making long jokes
I always make the wrong jokes

You know that Young Wang smokes
I be smokin' big dope

Written by:
James Serhant, Owen Young

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