Zack Carroll - FUTURAMA Lyrics

Fresh up out the swamp, you know I'm filthy bro
I might pull up in some shit you need a killstreak for
Know you've never seen some shit like this before
Big drip, pink trim, with the mint green spokes
Tryna get my shit lavish
Sick pattern on the silk quilt on the mattress
Cryin' over spilt milk, bitch I'm a savage
I'll make it my year, watch me tilt on my axis

With an actress, practice gymnastics
Shorty say she don't like rap, so I spin classics
Spin class got her back like plastic, ass like magic, that's quite graphic
My pockets got the mass like Catholics
M's a mile high cuz I emphasize rhymes like I rap italics
Should be on Farmers Only how I stack my cabbage
Thirty protractors just to map my status

Gettin' busy
Hottest in my city, coppers cannot get me
Ending every line in some ominous ellipses

I'm at the beach accruing commas
Shorty gave me head in the water like Futurama
Butt n' balls ass naked in the sauna
If you know my true intentions you can see my aura
The shits pitch black
Rock chains like I'm haunting Christmas past
Y'all lame, I am not the same, bitch get back
Tryna cash in on my rap misfit bag

Mommies in my Bugatti, Karens in my McLaren, bodies on top of bodies goin' 90 runnin' Errands
What's a salmon to a heron, not shit
What's a peon to a paragon, bitch

Pull the bits of brick out your teeth
Call me young mutt bitch I went and slipped out the leash
You get bumrushed, don't pull any tricks around me
Ain't no guns tucked, don't keep any glicks around me, just my clique around me
Young buck but all these dudes my kids around me
You wouldn't be shit without me

Loudpack Zack
Smelling like a sack
Never been a felon keep the feds up off my back
It's a blessing in the session gettin' stanky on a track
I reckon I was destined to be restin' with the legends cuz the shit I spit is gravatons
Murder every track I'm on
Every line is frigid so I'm rappin' with a jacket on

Makin' big moves, Max Keeble
Pull up lookin regal in the V Dub Beetle
Stogie in my mouth look like a tree trunk
Kickin' lines that can't be debunked, these nuts

Fresh up out the swamp, you know I'm filthy bro
I might pull up in some shit you need a killstreak for
Know you've never seen some shit like this before
Big drip, pink trim, with the mint green spokes
Tryna get my shit lavish
Sick pattern on the silk quilt on the mattress
Cryin' over spilt milk, bitch I'm a savage
I'll make it my year, watch me tilt on my axis