SOMA COMA

Hey
Like wha?
Aye, aye
Gold teeth, and these skinny jeans
Multi-syllable soliloquies
Light the street up like it’s Billie Jean
Bring it to your door, trick or treat
It’s the freak show, tickets please
Take a seat close, listen D
Bring a kilo, of that sticky weed
We got free coals, and the liquor’s cheap
It’s a house party, Kid 'n Play
The world’s my house, I don’t even play
With ya B.I.G, like Diddy’s mate
While I’m VIP, you best give me (Bass)
Tell a bitch wake up smell a coffee bean
Get your own styl you ain’t tryin to copy me (Why?)
The GOAT, the gratest, there’s no debatin' hold the hatred
(Everybody)
(Yeah!)
Feelin' like I could just cut off the head of a dragon and hold it above ya’s
No one can touch us, this ain’t an open discussion
All of my soldiers are comin' and those men can flow like it’s nothin'
Show us opponents is somethin' that mean that you know that I’ve done it
Hey!
Ba-bow!
You pussy, I got a team and it feel like rugby
I work hard, I’ve never been lucky
I got screws loose, please, don’t push me
'Cause way down this shit can ugly
I do far more
In the street like hardcore parkour
Star war when this shit goes down for
I feel like that more from Star Wars
A little mate of a Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, swear I got no respect (No respect!)
Someone gonna get a broken neck
Body slam like drop like Hogan’s best
I’m so Conor McGregor
(Like this)
Hope you got off love
'Cause I can’t cum fast
Chop and screw the flow
Muscle relaxer
It’s that Soma Coma
Rollin' of the back
Last thing she said she saw was my eyes rollin' backwards
Hey
Like wha?
No respect