Receipts (feat. Rasp-5 & Lucinda)

When I drop sonnets...

Scotch bonnet

It’s hot promise.

Gods honest

Santana with Rob Thomas

Smooth

Use a bandana to rob wallets

Rock solid

Pimpin sippin from god’s goblet

Mob Thompson’s square

Hit parks and reck shit like

Ron Swanson there

High brow, The Rock Johnson stare

Berry Mandarin juice and patron

every strand of buddah that’s grown

Gerrymandering… movin a zone

You should have known

Precise on the mic like a sniper with a rifle

 Steady handed when shooting the chrome

Click click

Two in the dome

meanin the spliffs lit

Get chips the mula get blown

Making dollars

like Eric And parish

They scared and embarrassed and

fearin demerits.

I never give care to the sheriff

wearin’ so many diamonds

Bugs come Ima spare him a carrot

The kid strong been lit long American spirts

You hear it?

Never knew what I never had

I ain’t got a lot to lose

Aint rainin but the Weather bad

Got receipts if you want the proof

Gin and juice gin and juice with the L scrolled

This for every time I hit Momma from the jail phone

Truth

It ain’t rainin but the Weather bad

Got receipts if you want the proof

Kid is livin well

Half baked

Lil bit Chappelle

slick as Bigavelle

Mixed with Stringer Bell

Send the Zelle then it’s in the mail

I bet you bitches into twelve

and I’m killing well as villanelle

Ya crew come through, the mood Sun Tzu

the new bud blue

Sticky like glue gun goo

I'll do son rude if he claim king of New York

Dont need a mic check, already won 212.

And my rein span as long as Ghengis Kahn

Mans was on acid rap before Chance's songs

Got some cans and some plans to bomb

like fuck 12...

ask the time at noon Ima answer wrong

Rhyme slaughter its the show time scorer

Never had a whole dime for hoes

you got a gold mine for her

Rockin steady, flow like water

Im at the dega by your bitch crib

Ock already know my order

You feel me?

Never knew what I never had

I ain’t got a lot to lose

Aint rainin but the Weather bad

Got receipts if you want the proof

Gin and juice gin and juice with the L scrolled

This for every time I hit Momma from the jail phone

Truth

It ain’t rainin but the Weather bad

Got receipts if you want the proof

Been dreamin bout the gold grills

Most days

You’re either the road rage or the road kill

So I pull up slow

Buddah packs Buddah packs…

Fuck with the gawd if you know where the truth is at

Never knew what I never had

I ain’t got a lot to lose

Aint rainin but the Weather bad

Got receipts if you want the proof

Gin and juice gin and juice with the L scrolled

This for every time I hit Momma from the jail phone

Truth

It ain’t rainin but the Weather bad

Got receipts if you want the proof