JackSounds & Cashus Knight - Inferno

(Yeah)
(Feel like California)
Uh, I got crystals on me (Yeah)
Raging every night, I’m hot, it feel like California (Oh)
Got the party jumping, baby welcome to the jungle (Yeah)
Leaning hard as fuck, I struggle just to move a muscle (Yeah, oh)
Shake it off, shake it off, all I know is hustle
Don’t fuck around if you don’t wanna see the repercussions (Oh)
Up to something, me and Taren got the people bugging (Yeah)
See you fronting and I curved that (Curved)
Yeah, you hit me, you never heard back (No way)
What? Let me get back to my shit (Let me get back)
Fucking with you is a risk (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t really like the odds (Whoa)
All hits, no miss (Hits)
I’m the new Barry Bonds (Swing)
Bitch I get what I want (What)
Keep the gas in the trunk (Yeah, whoo)
Scary shit happening when me and Taren Tate catch a vibe (Whoa, yeah)
Look at their faces, they’re petrified (Whoo)
Whip up another and let it fly (Yeah)
I spend a full 24 up in the studio, I'ma go for it any time
It’s clear to me only the best survive (Best)
The people who never been satisfied (No, no)
Yeah, pull up, got my shooters with me (Got my shooters)
You look so expensive (Yeah)
Got the toolies hitting
You should keep your distance
Ooh, Ah (Yeah)
Ooh, Ah
Uh, I got crystals on me (Yeah)
Raging every night, I’m hot, it feel like California (Oh)
Got the party jumping, baby welcome to the jungle (Yeah)
Leaning hard as fuck, I struggle just to move a muscle (Yeah, oh)
Shake it off, shake it off, all I know is hustle
I got crystals on me
Raging every night, I’m hot, it feel like California (Feel like Cali)
Got the party jumping, baby welcome to the jungle (Jungle)
Leaning hard as fuck, I struggle just to move a muscle (Yeah)
Yeah, don’t fuck around if you don’t wanna see the repercussions (Don't fuck around)
Up to something, me and Taren got the people bugging (Got 'em bugging)
See you fronting and I curved that (Curved that)
You hit me, you never heard back, no (Nah)
Hold up, wait, let me get back on my shit (Let me get back)
Fucking with you is a risk (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t really like the odds (Whoa)
All hits, no miss (Hits)
I’m the new Barry Bonds (Swing)
Bitch I get what I want (What)
Keep the gas in the trunk (Yeah, whoo)
Yeah, 'cause we gotta keep the flame lit (Yeah, yeah)
We've just been on some insane shit (Go insane)
Tryna go and cop a Range whip (Yeah)
You've been saying all the same shit (Whoo)
We're making noise up in the game, shit (Whoa)
Yeah, we're the ones who making plays
Yeah, pull up, got my shooters with me (Got my shooters)
You look so expensive (Yeah)
Got the toolies hitting
You should keep your distance
Ooh, Ah (Yeah)
Ooh, Ah
Uh, I got crystals on me (Yeah)
Raging every night, I’m hot, it feel like California (Oh)
Got the party jumping, baby welcome to the jungle (Yeah)
Leaning hard as fuck, I struggle just to move a muscle

Written by:
Jack Previte, Travice Thomas

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