Lysol

Low-res' like, 240p Pray to the dead man, get up on your knee Lo-fi desert eagle in the night stand I got seven reasons, I won't fight man Snow caps on my fingers, I'm the ice man The type to shine without even turning the lights on Every flow is just something for them to bite off I am the result of never taking one night off Team-sesh, embroidered on my vest Too clean, sterilized, I'm lysol Wax on, wax off, it's a test Fuck tomorrow we're the next, show me right now Up, high, down, low, too slow Now I know you can't hang with the movement I never thought I would ever get shit That's why I think it came way sooner Made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' be broke again Sticky hands from the can Collecting of the rose, damn Stolen foreign, got horses like Arthur Morgan See me in the section with the guys who important Smokin' on the gas, just freshly imported Doin pletho' with the mob, you can get extorted Diamond necklaces, dope boy Jordans (wow) Cut a bitch off quick if she get annoying (alright) I get money in the trap, plus I get it tourin' (yeah) Smoke two fat blunts every single morning (alright) Then I fade away (yeah), up to outer space (alright) Always been a reject, feeling out of place (for real) Getting high just to coat with a day-to-day Lay my soul on the beat and the 808 Your bitch hit me, no, no, no, no Higher, higher moving slo-mo Money come and money go, go I been on this, solo dolo Your bitch hit me, no, no, no, no Higher, higher moving slow-mo Money come and money go, go I been on this, solo dolo