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neopotism - al.divino & estee nack lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
(doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot)
it’s—knahimean? (turn of the real digi, man, huh?)
feel right, don’t it, huh? (light, light)
it’s the one, man (we light by the pool lookin’ like money and sh*t, man)
ayo

[verse 1: al.divino & estee nack]
disappearin’ pool parties
dimes tryna do molly (ay!), ducati, pop a wheelie
d*rock, r*t*rded flip (r*t*rded)
biscotti spliff got me blocked
[?], can’t move wocky (nah)
sh*t feel haunted, honest (yeah)
fleet perry, selassie eye, soft and fly garments
we put it together different (that’s word)
the check hit, now there’s nothin’ left in it (hah)
whack credit, demolition, nepotism
hollows hit you, your body disrespect physics (boom!)
for all the times they fronted on me
i collect interest (word)
you better abide the differences
my debut record, i get it lit livin’ (swoop)
punani fit me tight, who she hit tonight?
hit a fisher wife, flip the plate like a food fight (toma)
bake up with b*tches, bitter like a ex*wife (huh?)
we finesse life (that’s right)
get fresh and catch flights (catch flights)
sh*t, we get rich, can’t even rest right (can’t rest right)
i’m runnin’ red lights (ooh!)
[interlude: estee nack & al.divino]
we was movin’ fast, son (red light, huh?, woah*woah)
ayo, son (yeah!)

[verse 2: estee nack]
red light (run that sh*t)
tryna get ahead in life, first, you get your bread right
late at night, i’m hustlin’, movin’ hard yayo (trap!)
dreamin’ of a better tomorrow, tornado, army like nato (get around)
rock a cradle, been cuttin’ powder, it’s not playdough
arms like jose canseco
youngin’ pourin’ up four ounces of flavors in a faygo (countin’ money)
live on the move like a winnebago
entertainers, we not into them labels, savvy
the shooters hoppin’ out of the mercury sable (brra!)
bustin’ out the window (blow*blow*blow!)
hit you with a grenade, bro (toma!)
balthazar, hittin’ buddah, we layin’ low
it’s calm in san diego (gettin’ browning)
dump ’em, why you playin’? it’s on cable (aha)
n*ggas not even upon our wave though (f*ck outta here)
played*out flows, not even close to bein’ compareable
y’all is levels beneath, we higher tier (we the greatest)
god of perico, pioneer in riot gear (yeah!)
social colours, f*ck the n*gga’ head up, we dyin’ hair (woah*yeah!)
[outro: estee nack]
f*ck, ain’t a game out here, you catchin’ two, nack
al.divino, know i’m sayin’?
yo, what up, lo mein?
nothin’ but heaters with flavors, haha
no disclaimers, n*gga
the ski patrol says, “it’s right hands sports”
wait up, i thought a lot of them were uncooperative
uhm, some of them would have a little bit to bring
and, uh, smarter ones
you know? you roll up and approach
and their calm*collect manner
and they, they tend to lift you out
you ask them very nicely to leave if they’re in danger in the public
and possibly themselves
they threat you, they try to get lost, mind your business
no, it’s not a problem for us, really

- al divino estee nack lyrics

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