blu soju, Jkron - FWF Lyrics

Bet I don’t miss shit, this shit, cold just like my motherfucking wrist no fitbit uh
They don’t want no smoke in they mentions
You the beef I’ma turn ya to brisket
I ain’t really fucking with you bitches
Call me Drake I’ma pull up in a lemon
Man I get it how I live and I live it how I get I
And she ask for a dick pic
Sliming on her like some nick shit
Pull up in drip that’s some water water
Eat a lot of lobster talking onigara
Got my mind enlightened like a bodhisattva
I'll just get these commas while the haters pardon
Sorry I ain't got time for no haux
Hit my line who this I’m sorry new phone
Down with me up with me that's how it goes
I'm going straight for the top of the throne
Goat like a fleece
I got the keys
Look at my jeans
I’m wearing a new type of breed
My eyesight 4D
Homie you lame fuck a cinema
You got a stick up your ass like an enema
Mad at the clique cause we want it we get up and go woah
Turn around and kill it with the flow woah
Phantom I’m a menace you a joke woah
Clowning you capping I’m captain on my end so bitch better know I’m the goat woah
I’m fitted up in a cloak woah
Used to look like Steve Aoki rocking Jeremy Scotts at my, fuck!
I don’t want to do this anymore
‘Cause lately I’ve been kinda tired I’m going through all these emotions that I can’t ignore
I might fall through the floor
Heaven open the door
Woah, then we hit em with the switch up
Haters tryna test me like they handing me a piss cup
MD, surgical production like the RZA
Bar spitter, wrist winter it might freeze ya
Frozone, no rules, Frieza vs. Goku
I was ballin’, now I'm dunkin’ on you, no cold brew
This shit is so coastal, I’ve been on waves
Spitting logic no pro tools, mother fuck Whole Foods
Organic, I’m Bernie Sanders on some free shit
Been pedalling since 18, mafia, three six
JKRON bumping out the speakers
Blessings sent to Jesus, while I'm chilling eating Reese's pieces, rapping theses
Like these releases better put me on the come up
And I be 22 so put me onto no jumper
Flow hunter, been so blunted, for four summers
Sleeping on the boy we ‘bout to way ‘em from the slumber

Bet I don’t miss shit, this shit, cold just like my motherfucking wrist no fitbit uh
They don’t want no smoke in they mentions
You the beef I’ma turn ya to brisket
I ain’t really fucking with you bitches
Call me Drake I’ma pull up in a lemon
Man I get it how I live and I live it how I get I
And she ask for a dick pic
Sliming on her like some nick shit
Pull up in drip that’s some water water
Eat a lot of lobster talking onigara
Got my mind enlightened like a bodhisattva
I'll just get these commas while the haters pardon
Sorry I ain't got time for no haux
Hit my line who this I’m sorry new phone
Down with me up with me that's how it goes
I'm going straight for the top of the throne
Goat like a fleece
I got the keys
Look at my jeans
I’m wearing a new type of breed
My eyesight 4D
Homie you lame fuck a cinema
You got a stick up your ass like an enema
Mad at the clique cause we want it we get up and go woah
Turn around and kill it with the flow woah
Phantom I’m a menace you a joke woah
Clowning you capping I’m captain on my end so bitch better know I’m the goat woah
I’m fitted up in a cloak woah
Used to look like Steve Aoki rocking Jeremy Scotts at my, fuck!
I don’t want to do this anymore
‘Cause lately I’ve been kinda tired I’m going through all these emotions that I can’t ignore
I might fall through the floor
Heaven open the door
Woah, then we hit em with the switch up
Haters tryna test me like they handing me a piss cup
MD, surgical production like the RZA
Bar spitter, wrist winter it might freeze ya
Frozone, no rules, Frieza vs. Goku
I was ballin’, now I'm dunkin’ on you, no cold brew
This shit is so coastal, I’ve been on waves
Spitting logic no pro tools, mother fuck Whole Foods
Organic, I’m Bernie Sanders on some free shit
Been pedalling since 18, mafia, three six
JKRON bumping out the speakers
Blessings sent to Jesus, while I'm chilling eating Reese's pieces, rapping theses
Like these releases better put me on the come up
And I be 22 so put me onto no jumper
Flow hunter, been so blunted, for four summers
Sleeping on the boy we ‘bout to way ‘em from the slumber