Blkoscars (feat. Jay2)

On the road, on the road, on the road, yeah

It's on the road, on the road

We still goin' (Whoa)

Came for awards, need plenty

Gift of gab, devil danglin' on your shoulder, shimmy

Can't respect none of them baby-ass pigs, they guinea

Most of you phonies could really receive an Oscar, Emmy

This pink Polo be restin' upon my noggin', Timmy

I reek all over, compliments to the ganja in me

She sendin' news on her Snap with the doggy filter 'cause

Nowadays, I make up the rules like I'm Adam Silver

Couple pretty freaks when I visit Houston

I had to Lillard, uh, Game 6 on you hoes

She feel clingy, I'm outta pocket, Mike Vick on you hoes

My eyes chingy, the jackpot, I'm outta reach on my soul

The shit is deceased, here I go, told you I'm on a roll

Deserve an Oscar, way a **** been on his roll

Love letters, like how you been, like I've been on the road

And if you trapped in this life

You'd be better off tellin' yourself to get a grip

Suicide on the Beamer, I'm with the squad like Will Smith

Feel like there's so many, many, many, many

Reasons why a **** poppin', yeah

Your hands out like gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

****, where's your pride in that?

I feel like a fully loaded semi-auto, extended clip, like

Where'd you find that at?

And you know where to find me at

You can find me in the back, black suit, it's the Blkoscars

Hennessy Black, chargin' my hood sharpness

Grass in the doob smell like a mowed lawn

Whoa, now, G-B Zero look, bitch, I'm Gohan

Find me in the blacked out coupe, Metal Gear Solid

No games with these ****, I need the beat posse

Been on the green, and we like a crouton

Crunch time, don't think it's sweet

Look, bitch, I need all mine, all mine

Sweet white Beamer, yeah, that my cool whip

Ain't no toppin', no stackin', no, no they wanna ride

Bitch-ass ****, this ain't no Uber

They really piranhas, I treat 'em like pariah

My family large, no need to add into it

I told her, pop that thing, lil' mama, put your back into it

Chattin' about me, Chatham out to Chattanooga

My long finger in the air, they said we couldn't do it

We been hurtin', bruisin', since Mathews-Dickeys and Herbert Hoover

Real observant, treat us like we wasn't there to stir the movement

I had my feet in some forces since I was a fetus

****, them colors go crazy, what is it, Easter?

I will not cease till my forces same size as Cletus

I'm with your bitch, and we pullin' up like baristas

She so in love with that simpin', I call her Lisa

My pimpin' sharp as a cleaver, my pencil shark

Shark attack, I'm a hood (Architect)

Saint Louis (Artifact)

Run and tell them blank white canvases the art is back

Sweet music from the Viola Davis

Like Sammy Son Jr. in this bitch, the damage done

Remember how I stunt, how I handle bars

Brought the bounce back like Mongoose

It only been a year, ****, mind you

Hands all clammy pearl, the wood let me mind loose

And sweep the whole academy with gang right behind you

Feel like there's so many, many, many, many

Reasons why a **** poppin', yeah

Your hands out like gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme

****, where's your pride in that?

I feel like a fully loaded semi-auto, extended clip, like

Where'd you find that at?

And you know where to find me at

You can find me in the back, black suit, it's the Blkoscars

Hennessy Black, chargin' my hood sharpness

Grass in the doob smell like a mowed lawn

Whoa, now, G-B Zero look, bitch, I'm Gohan

Find me in the blacked out coupe, Metal Gear Solid

No games with these ****, I need the beat posse

Been on the green, and we like a crouton

Crunch time, don't think it's sweet

Look, bitch, I need all mine, all mine

Something 'bout you made me rave and go crazy

Maybe it's the way, but baby, I can feel it in my bones

I can feel it in my bones

I guess something 'bout you made me rave and go crazy

Maybe it's the way, but baby, I can feel it in my bones

(I can feel it in my bones, whoa)