Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Maximilian]
Aye I am… never practicing
Minus the chiropracting when I’m claiming that I’m back again
Max standing solo since laz passed in that accident, tragic
Now excuse for being human is now absent
Gagging up above average assonance
Inspired by my idols and i still plan on passing them
Catching them, staring at rare linens my ass is in
Treat ’em like Cassius, when they grabbing for my cash
And motherfuck yo’ passion, could never match what Max is
I’m relaxing at the top while your rap pin ass is absent
They ass kiss the clique and uh, mimic our fashion
I’m laughin’, cause I can tell it ain’t fair like Sebastian
Casually kill careers so terrorist
Adding kerosine and stare at them bitches perishing
A warrior for that gold you know I’m Robert Parish-ing
But you’re behind this white boy, I guess that makes me Larry Parrot bitch
And you’re about to get embarrassed by this combed-haired arrogant
NVJO wearing teachers swear he wasn’t parented
Could care less no kerosine in the whip
Glaring stares at the sheriffs and we got the trunks blaring like
[Hook:]
Burb Boys deep wight he Bricksquad blasting
Scream ad-libs best believe the roof’s absent
A bunch of drunken sailors I’m the motherfucking captain
Slick words slip the clique quickens the actions
And the kill switch flipped
Dade county mobbing hit 70 down the strip
And all I really need is sealed-lips hipster chick
Wight he two B’s tatted on her hips, the burb boys bitch
[Verse 2]
Ponder about this prodigy, opposite of a lot of cheese
And because I lack toast I’m intolerant to what’s allotted me
No Prada tees my posse be, possibly
In that hotel lobby just kicking with ho’s soccer team
Bitch, I breeze through it nonchalantly
Fist clinching where my crotch be, lynching those who copy
A Nazi to the opps b, impossible to stop me
And never top the ganja so the conscious never foggy
Still pompous no pom pons, hoes throw they romps up
Very posh boyz swerving dirty in that monster truck
Slur avant consonants, turn the fucking concert up
And flaunting bloody boxes could give a fuck about designers bruh
Just some southern creatures in some beat chucks
Chuckle at these chumps who be pleading for a feature
We don’t fuck with all you minors man, honestly I promos you
Cause compared my rhymes is 9 times over and this song is proof
„monster” as my moniker, pops wanted that college turf
To busy with adventures while Aaron’s twisting that Oliver
Pink bandanas with our collars up
That’s dip set and bitch mob bitch get your dollars up
[Hook:]
Burb Boys deep wight he Bricksquad blasting
Scream ad-libs best believe the roof’s absent
A bunch of drunken sailors I’m the motherfucking captain
Slick words slip the clique quickens the actions
And the kill switch flipped
Dade county mobbing hit 70 down the strip
And all I really need is sealed-lips hipster chick
Wight he two B’s tatted on her hips, the burb boys bitch
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