ALIMONY ft. Jowdy Lyrics

Bro just dropped an album on me

And that shit hit good like alimony

Run through palace like the gala homie

Ain't no challenge for me

Me and Mary Jane had holy matrimony

Know you prolly mad don't have no malice for me

Puffing cali bags I scan the bag to know it

Flip the pack I grow

Throw profit back to Oakland

Bet not backtrack what you told

Cause my young boys get irrational the most

Ruffing gashed you where you spoke

Got the task force in my coat

Dropped your ashes off the boat

Taking a shortcut back to the pad

Straight to some bitches that didn't have they dad

Yeah he ain't shit bitch give me your ass

Alphabet whip a through z for the class

And I beasted my bag

I could teach you a tad

But I'm keeping it player

Lead me to water ain't sipping the flavor

Detailing minor but missing the major

He double box wrapped but forgot the food saver

Hit me for plate and I'm leaving the cookout

Little bro got older replacing my lookout

Now he signing my books out

We took the game and look what we done shook out

Nine out of ten times I wrote it said fuck it

Just rapping I'm taking the hook out

I been told her back it up

Cause she don't use that ass enough

Haters talk on socials stalk but real life shit not adding up

You rapping like it's bad for us

We rapping like back of the school bus

I ain't got no tool but I could fix the fuss

Don't play me I been had magic touch like woah

Give me a second to address the message

Like all of these niggas creating this wreckage

Like me and Fahad is a tiny percentage

Like music ain't easy you cheesy

You rap like you urgently needing a beverage

Shoutout Ed boy he was booling no hemorrhage

I'm lifting like Ruben yeah I got the leverage

I'm lifting like Ruben yeah I got the leverage, Uh

Woah

We back to the basics more like the mosaics

I'm moving like matrix

I'm walking on fabrics I swear that they Persian

I'll do the conversion

We talking about two point five mill for the Persian

Think I want birkins

You still take your girl out to eat at the Perkins

I love me some chocolate but look at them Germans

I'm talking bout Porsche, amg that'll work it

Amg swerving

Flow is wavy I took off the durag and my shits is surfing

Working so I could be earning rather than burning

Tables is turning but I still sit at them

Chilling with crodie man always blem

Looking through beats is like mining for gems

Sent boy an album a job for the pen, yeah

Too late for him jot that pen

We got flockers on the block don't bend

Not a bird and the hawk not phlegm

But the hawk got a hot shot flame

Dry girl but I love saltines

Dry verb you just talk them things

I real life park at scenes

Just sling can't pocket things

Type Rondo rocket things

Yeah I keep it for my dog but I never try to bark them things

Yeah I'm ripping up the track real crazy

Sing write act like Patrick Swayze

Dirty dancing in the 80s

Foday in the whip yeah them windows hazy

You niggas soft like picking daisies

Plenty of ladies but no babies

Jowdy Trini slightly Haiti

Sak pase speak creole maybe

Foday Sierra Leone

Like the blood diamond in little uzi dome

You subject to catching a beam

And all eyes from my team

Until retreat and you leaving the zone, woah

I reminisce on the beat

Your bitch she reminisce on my meat

When she done clean up leave me neat

You salty seems more bitter sweet

Dum dum in a sweet aromatic

Dum dum drunk from the slums of my magic Johnson

I shot it up like a Thompson

Said it's too late for a plan b

Nigga what's the option

Blast from the past if you know what I mean

She do me right kept me hyped through the quarantine yeah