Omni-Science - Mascarpone Lyrics

Got smoke, I ain't leavin' till all is gone
Cheech-n-Chong, bitch, I'm all in one
Got that look in my eyes like Al Capone
Entertain my days with weed & alcohol
Countdown on my foes, know you bound 2 fall
Get so much pleasure out of this bitch, I have 2 stall
They bring me that cheese, bitch, Mascarpone
While you flop, I get checks like a Jewish banker
Rappers flex till I drop my newest banger
Cast a spell like it's black Magic, voodoo
Heard your album and it's mad tragic, doo-doo
I make you flop like a poker game
Gimme the guap, hoe, fuck the fame
was L-Bow, now I got a doper name
hoe talk out loyalty, but she jumpin' lanes
Mary Jane be one of the copin' ways
Your album is as boring as my sober days
Smokin' in the booth, so when I'm done the odor stays
I always get what I want like there is no other way
Don't bother me, cause Time is Money
You say truth is bitter, but you lyin', Honey
I stay loyal to the Game, while you be movin' phoney like a fuckin' dial-up
Love, I got Hot Sauce 4 you Bologna bitches
Karl Malone, above all with a fuckin' alley-oop
Yeah, you out of place - I make you burn like a fucked-up pizza
I paint the bitch face, call her Mona Lisa
Hoe, I thought you knew - I'm hard 2 use like Pink Camo
My shooters hit 3s, but they pack ammo
Get on my nerve, you deserve to get bit - Black Mamba
Plus I'm hella stoned, you can't eva get Omega's throne
Smart rich cat, just throw a dog a bone
One of A kind, give a fuck about a clone
Got smoke, I ain't leavin' till all is gone
Cheech-N-Chong, bitch, I'm all in one
Got that look in my eyes like Al Capone
Higher than a kite, huh.. Post Malone

Got smoke, I ain't leavin' till all is gone
Cheech-n-Chong, bitch, I'm all in one
Got that look in my eyes like Al Capone
Entertain my days with weed & alcohol
Countdown on my foes, know you bound 2 fall
Get so much pleasure out of this bitch, I have 2 stall
They bring me that cheese, bitch, Mascarpone
While you flop, I get checks like a Jewish banker
Rappers flex till I drop my newest banger
Cast a spell like it's black Magic, voodoo
Heard your album and it's mad tragic, doo-doo
I make you flop like a poker game
Gimme the guap, hoe, fuck the fame
was L-Bow, now I got a doper name
hoe talk out loyalty, but she jumpin' lanes
Mary Jane be one of the copin' ways
Your album is as boring as my sober days
Smokin' in the booth, so when I'm done the odor stays
I always get what I want like there is no other way
Don't bother me, cause Time is Money
You say truth is bitter, but you lyin', Honey
I stay loyal to the Game, while you be movin' phoney like a fuckin' dial-up
Love, I got Hot Sauce 4 you Bologna bitches
Karl Malone, above all with a fuckin' alley-oop
Yeah, you out of place - I make you burn like a fucked-up pizza
I paint the bitch face, call her Mona Lisa
Hoe, I thought you knew - I'm hard 2 use like Pink Camo
My shooters hit 3s, but they pack ammo
Get on my nerve, you deserve to get bit - Black Mamba
Plus I'm hella stoned, you can't eva get Omega's throne
Smart rich cat, just throw a dog a bone
One of A kind, give a fuck about a clone
Got smoke, I ain't leavin' till all is gone
Cheech-N-Chong, bitch, I'm all in one
Got that look in my eyes like Al Capone
Higher than a kite, huh.. Post Malone