Ándale (feat. Lil Xay & Little Bomb)

Pull me under

I feel awake beneath your touch

Breathe you in to feel your rush

Find myself collecting blood

If you let me

I'll give you everything

If you let me

I could be your chemical

I don't know what I can do

That was my last try

I gave it all up for you

That was my last life

I don't know what I can do

That was my last try

I gave it all up for you (all up for you)

See, I'm on a lag, I'm on a delay

Fuck with my swag, I'll fuck up your day

Don't mean to brag, but I'm Cassius like Clay (cash)

I got a pack of the gas on the way

Shawty wanna hit me, but she don't know what to say

She just want a quickie, but she never wanna stay (no no)

Told her that's a gimme, that's an and-one on the play

Cuz when I get going I go ándale

When I get going, I go ándale

When I get going, I go ándale

And I pump with the fake and I hit when I fade

When I get going, I go on delay

So what more can I say, I be feelin' okay

When I get going, I go on delay

Startin' to wonder how much I can take

Losing my breath as I reach for my vape

Shawty hit my phone, said she wanna be with Xay

I been in my zone, new release on the way

Ay, why you got the shit on delay?

Cuz a **** on a whole nother wave, I dig a hole in the grave

I'mma kill these bars, **** gotta go ándale

If you feel me, y'all gotta go and check out the tape

And I'm really startin' to pop on every sec of the take

Ideally on the track, I'mma pedal and brake

Cuz I'm ahead of the game, better than great

I'm a demon with devil, okay, heaven is great

And she evil, got hell in a flame, pleasant or pain

If she gettin' in my bed, it's headed for ways

What you wanna listen to? Xay

Okay, I'mma sing her to sleep

She like my melodies, tellin' me I'm bringin' it clean

I never get a beat, I'm makin' 'em, fingers on the keys

Cheffin' it, I got a recipe that'll bring 'em to they knees

I got the flows, I'm going ghost when I rhyme

Over the time, shawty wanna smoke in the night

Don't hit the lights, my bros don't miss a fight

You don't wanna know what goes through my mind when I write

Hit up Dalt, stayin' over, it's home for the night

Shawty called, I'm about to catch the next flight

And you know who produced this, Xay on fire

I can't keep quiet, ****, this shit hype

Like maybe too hype, cuz Xay be too nice (too nice)

We got whatever flavor you like, we makin' it right (oh yeah)

They tryna get a taste or a slice, I'm waiting to strike (haha)

It's trouble when I'm raising the mic, the craziest sight (crazy)

I got some new flows and I'm breaking 'em in

I'm never moving too slow, cuz I'm impatient to win (let's go)

Pages and pages I been filling with dangerous sin

I'm feeling like Tom Morello because I'm raging again (yeah, yeah, woo)

You know me though, I'm known to make the east coast link

My whole team on the rise, homie, we don't sink (no no)

I make a toast to the gang like Smino, "Klink"

And light the inhale make the damn studio stink

Philly stand up, hopping in the saddle, go to battle til my bands up

I'm about to travel from Seattle to Atlanta

Never land, yuh, I'm soarin'

I just scorch shit, Dalt, we torched it (aah)