Honeycombclear.

This shit roll I was in the blackhouse This shit This shit roll go Breaking down honeycomb next to a yellow bone Mixed with Italian no dressing on I took a trip to LA back in twenty eight-teen Swear it felt like my second home Bout a month prior to that got a message from cardo on how he would put me on They didn't believe me but now it don't matter cause my nigga tagged on every song Shit brazy She a na na Too basic Slide around old whip old faces Meet drew meet grant meet franklin Through the back door I'm gone racing New pianos in bro nem basement Can't lie that's a risk worth taking Get fried whole crew went bacon Slide On a opp for any reason Next week need a deacon Damn looks can be deceiving Pray for summer in the fall dan call like boy you fucking up the season Never play to make it even Play until a mother grieving ahh Aye Uhh Eww Eww Uh yea This bitch roll roll Hands out to pick up the load Need every crumb watch me scrap out the bowl uh Bass bass bass Making the windows shake like woah I'm like okay I'm straight but wait I can't sign this ima need more O's Uh My click My bro My shit I look Spot shit Dread head Pop shit Through the murda I cruise out the six Check me out as I clean out the list My bro Pop shit Dread head Pop shit This shit roll I was in the blackhouse This shit This shit roll Go It's like It's like everywhere I go they They jocking my steez It's the steez Like you can rap you can You can perform but Do you got the steez Huh Grab for the nine Roll up my