TRICERATOPS

Lyrics for TRICERATOPS

Yeah, yeah, uh Tadow, Queens be the birthplace Turn you to a fuckin' cheeseburger at a children's birthday Yeah, I deserve a mermaid So I could buy my bitch fake Hermès I remember back in the days Used to nut all over the book, you couldn't turn the page I guess it's just comin' of age Blunt of haze You the mouse gettin' stuck in the maze I'm the old hound dog still humpin' the leg May you jump in the grave From my left hand pumpin' the blade All black like Blade (like Blade) Have my shorty rub my back with the hot J Catchin' waves on the Mach eight Motherfucker, you are not hot, this ain't the Matrix I'm sick like the magician on the Lakers Leave bullets twisted in the chamber Half my body hangin' out the Wrangler Hashtags not included, if I thank you, be grateful Rent a center furniture and mansions, be tasteful You're eatin' every pussy comin' your way, dawg, be wasteful Time to wash these hundreds, I damn near got the space full 400 grams of molly, doggy stuffed in the baseballs Hot wings and coded cups what I got a taste for My cousin died, and I sure he made it up, so the Ace pours The floor filled with bills like I shot off the Hamock Stadium Tote all on our neck just like Tyler Robinson Diamonds in my left ears, real life mind-boggling They don't like the way he live his life, tell him try stoppin' him Way that one boy got popped, we did not sob for him Fuck 'em Cops flashed the lights, unfortunately, we ain't stop for 'em Tried to buy the bitch in panties, still didn't drop for 'em It's litter on our opps' street, big roast with the block for 'em Only time you'll ever see our figures is with your kids All them G.I. Joes around the room better watch your step Keep quiet as kept, feel like I'm one of the last left Feel the MDMA creepin' inside your last breath (breathe) I'm in the codeine deluge, headed to Baton Rouge Psilocybin-induced, DMT-infused To be fake, I refuse, never fall for the ruse Then the doc said, "Take two," and come aboard the cruise Like springtime in the Shire Smokin' that old Toby out a Gandalf pipe, gettin' higher And it's fire, I'm a freakin' flyer fresh off the wire I acquire paper empires, I just found a buyer Aya, I think that's what they call it The feelin' haters get when they see me on Candy Crawlin' Back in Bar Harbor, I'm with the bosses ballin' and shot-callin' The paper sprawlin' 'cause the hustle is appallin' Ask Brock, and it'll tell you I'm caped I create a way to fix mistakes and get to the state I just found a date, date, I misplaced a nine-eight I was grindin' back in '88 when I was on roller skates Nor did I ever state a discount rate At the estate, as I ideate a way to be great Eventuality, but some call it fate The way I operate the wheel and make heads oscillate But wait, it's cold, and it ain't even winter yet Flawless grill, 50K, far from a beginner set Dinner date in Bangladesh and breakfast back in Winnipeg The only time I take time off is when I'm dead Vous êtes maintenant Entrés sur la planète grenouille