Whisky And Spice

This is rough, it's not enough
There's no dough without a deal
No cake without a plate
I treat the tractor

Velociraptor, fast and fit
I appear in your poster
And in your post, I post it, I import it
The joint, I smoke it, it's a joint

It pukes, being part of a duck
I capture the filling
Stop
Your girl says I'm not all that

That I'm a fool
That I'm scaring myself
Blanket, without a blanket from the pile
How many more times do I have to explain the reason why I sing

You love it
Where are you, I have the status
I sting like a cactus
I burst like a bomb

You so worried because never in your life
Will you get the move to produce an album
I still don't eat bamboo, I boast about my sneakers
I nail it in the bass drum, it explodes like a bomb
I kill you like Bambi's mother, without being boom bap

Know that my music to the grave
Crazy that resounds
If you like my songs, let them be fruitful for you
If not, may a good storm fall on you

And this is pure flow
To split it in two
If your girlfriend likes me
It will be because of this song

One, two, three, to the four, fifth
Sound my motherfuckin' girl comin' for my sh*t
Like I'm in bed with the mafia, with an Italian
Baby name top, yeah right from Britannia
Been on the shit since the '02
Powering up like I'm Goku
Hit you with a Kame, Kame, come here lil' bitch

Lowkey been on the map since forever
I'm a receiver, never been a giver
Yeah these fallbacks spitting out fever
Evil like Kenevil, flying like a fuckin' eagle

Tryna tell all of these motherfuckers that I'm comin' next
I'm the first and I'm pulling up again
And now I'm winning, everybody feeling what I'm spitting
Everybody wanna know who's running the show
If I'm feeling cacky call me Mr. -motherfuckin'-row
If I'm feeling cacky call me Mr. -motherfuckin'-row, yo
Driving in my Panamera with my buddies driving through the fun, now
Ru-tut-tut-tu-tu-tut-tut
Driving in my Panamera with my buddies driving through the fun, now
I don't wanna call the pounds, they're flying

It's across us for that big boy burger, flying deluxe for that big boy chicken
Motherfuckin' finger lickin', baby why you flippin'?
Baby why you lookin', baby what you feeling?
Chicken nugget looking all spits, yeah
You fats shut the fuck up
Stutter toot our ring, looking all spits, yo
And I ain't harsh, I am just truthful
I just fit bars and I want Gucci
I want fast cars just like in movies
Whisky and ice to pick at the spice
Money in, wired, nobody's advice
Nobody's advice, yuh

Word out, I'm the best shooter
Wanna test? Wanna get starring
Got a fat stash just like man star Lou
All of them went to Harvard, yeah
But all of them work for me

Driving in a black Benz
Walking around like bad men
Always with the crew
Always with the crew
Rough, yeah, always with the crew
Yo, yo, check out for the crew, yeah

And this is pure flow to split it in two
If your girlfriend likes me, it will be because of this song
And this is pure flow to split it in two
If your girlfriend likes me, it will be because of this song