POSSE! ft. MR. SiLLY fLOW & Enri Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
What's going on, Cone? (Aye)
What's going on, Cone? (Not much, not much)
I hope this finds you well
It's ya boy, MR. SiLLY fLOW (Let's go)
Beautiful, beautiful
Bro, fat cone has like, 7 albums out
Y'all just ain't on the train yet
It's okay, though
One more time from the top
I'm so happy to be here, yo
I got one rule though
Take them shoes off of my carpet
This a casa not a hotel
Imma break it like down imma roll Adele
Got the posse out, we fucking ill
Told' em bring that fire
Not a fucking drill
We iced out
No fucking chill
Knock 'em out like some chamomile
We too turnt
Came to kill
Fucking yo bitch in the Palacades
I got that water
Your girl she be drowning me
Not my level
You clowning b
I got the medal
The talent it follow me
All on my devil
You know he been countering
I cannot settle on people that's floundering
I keep it metal the way I been on a beam
I got the map
I gotta hold the dream
I gotta keep it together
Nobody knowing me better
I'm keeping up in a sweater
I'm better at fucking it up in December
I knew that I was a winner
When I got beat up
But I ended a victor
I keep the heat low
But I'm letting it simmer
That fire is taking your ass out the picture
Boy!
Hallelujah Imma break shit
Lame ass fucking basic
Take it out like a gang hit
Imma ride out fuck a lane switch
I don't care bout ya main bitch
Imma fuck yours fore the Aim twitch
Imma take mine when I take six
I don't break dough, I don't make shit
I'm with my posse
Know we rocking
Headbanging like it's punk
I'm with my posse
Pass the rock to me
How ya ass forget to duck?
Quacks talking to me
I pay them no mind
It ain't worth my funds
Cracked off from a piece of the old block
I'm my father's son
Got my father's unction for the non stop motion
Deficits, devotion
Loyal to my dogs
Playboy turn saint
Stories of a vagabond
Wordplay
Hardcase
Shoes full of cement
How's a bird to fly if he doesn't have a reason
So I gotta flock
No need for a pretense
Past tense
Heartthrob
Migrating seasons
Called up fat cone and they told me "we leaving"
Hopped up in the whip
Space coupe
No wings, man
Boulder on my neck
Big chain that I'm swinging
Diamonds on the face
Emma Frost kind of bling, man
This shit silly seasoned
Hallelujah Imma break shit
Lame ass fucking basic
Take it out like a gang hit
Imma ride out fuck a lane switch
I don't care bout ya main bitch
Imma fuck yours fore the Aim twitch
Imma take mine when I take six
I don't break dough, I don't make shit (yuh yuh)
I'm going dumb with my posse
All of you lame bitches wish you could copy
A criminal mind
David Rossi
I been lit since I was born
Word to Ozzy
Yo
Who beat you up?
You can send me the addy
I'll prime ship the fade
I'm rocking with some bad bitches with streaks in their hair like Victorious Jade
Enri is single but still got engagements
These flowers grew out the pavement
I'll pistol whip a hoe for entertainment
Make an apartment go vacant
I am a G with no affiliation
You're big by association
We don't take no Ls
But GBT
I am your representation
I just go dumb on the beat
With no GPT
This is that Dracarys heat
Who really better than me?
Who really trying to be?
I can just tell that when Cone rolls up,
They'll spark a fatty and face it
You're not high as us, and you won't get close
And that's why you hoes gotta lace it
That's why you hoes gotta lace it
And that's why you hoes gotta-
Hoes gotta-
Hallelujah Imma break shit
Lame ass fucking basic
Take it out like a gang hit
Imma ride out fuck a lane switch
I don't care bout ya main bitch
Imma fuck yours fore the Aim twitch
Imma take mine when I take six
I don't break dough, I don't make shit