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carousel - ain't shit gang lyrics

[verse 1: ra duke]

ok, we creeping, wreaking havoc on
innocents who inhabit the city of south miami
lay wasted in the atlantic
with two b-tches and my floaties on
whoadie got the stolie on deck, barely holding on
still i’m gonna take it to the neck
soto floating on acid tabs and alex smoking sess
no propellors but your boy stay smoking jets
got me high, clouds below me
soaring supersonic like i’m obi-wan ken0bi
homie… y’all motherf-ckers don’t know me
i don’t owe you sh-t just flexting like jodie
whoadie, stop asking me questions, fell asleep during the lesson
bet your -ss i’ll p-ss the test it isn’t necessary to be stressing
when i’m blessing this track with my lyrical gifts
destiny is rap b-tch read my lips
i spit with intent to put rap in a crypt
tell the undertaker “player bury that sh-t”

[hook]

haters getting heated
salamander similarity with the creeping
li’l nerd dame and that brain had me geeking
bump our own sh-t out some loud -ss speakers
smoking kale but the blunt so kenan
orange soda fumes from the doobs i be chiefing
stay alert cause the streets stay scheming
peeling off in a beamer
trying to escape all of these demons

we ride around in our town
and we get so high and we stay so high
that we never come down
and i’ll be way up in the clouds
backpack full of backwoods
we them bad boys steady smoking on loud

[verse 2: alex davis]

i came in like barry o… spitting hope
my dudes all moving dope… boats big as moses
but i don’t sell weed, n-gga i smoke it
and i could split an ounce, better than he split an ocean
i’m coasting, throwed ho rolling up doja
keep a cold shoulder for foes and their motives
it’s man$en, and his rambling band of soldiers
and when we got the throne won’t give it up, rosa
poser, do you even lift?
barking like a b-tch, im’a do me ’til i’m rip
austin power trip, i’m as groovy as it gets
and you bought her all those gifts, but dawg did you even hit? (i did!)
then the laughter, i attack it’s disaster
the master, put these tracks in cadavers
i’m backwards, too many sips of this mol-sses
somebody tell the pastor raps just caused rapture
strapped? just call back up, black with tall stature
and i can feel the vibe on these snakes from the clap up
tabbed up, on the beach getting blasted
i like my hoes like i like my drugs that’s casper

[hook]

[verse 3:soto]

head wiling, but my vibe stays mellow
legs dangling over yellow lines, reckless on the metro
i’m out here kind of hungry in the downtown, h-llo!
saul bellow in hand with a gram in my pocket i’m on it
faster than a dolphin on klonopin… nowhere near as fast
but it is equally wavy, i may be the graviest dude in the old navy
cop a run dmc tee, sipping iced tea humming ice-t’s cop k!ller
body count figures
19 on the subtance, y’all straight filler
try and catch the subtext y’all bewildered by the kid’s bewilderment
pilgrimmage in the ridge chillin
medicate/perpetuate ennui with that bomb weed
calmly be like ‘ma, please’, song sweet as vivaldi
for all of your qualm’s needs, in the street with the team
so obscene yet dually magnifique
this freak up on the d-ck like her name was ahab
this freak up on the d-ck cuz she saw a maybach
say “that ain’t even mine, so please don’t play that”
yeah i keep it 300, but i do not weigh that
b-tch i’m like 220
duffle bag of dreams, so you know i got plenty
and that’s on a bad day- crabby as crabcakes
noided feta eating fed avoiding brown drake like

-hook-

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