ILLUMINATION ft. Corey Vintage Lyrics

The bad terms and conditions

I'm the new demolition

I'm the leader of legends

I'm the one you been missin'

Snakes and fuckin' fakes be lurkin' deep in the mission

Just comply and maybe I will keep you safe with my vision

I'm the user of logic

Not the DAW, I mean the sense that you can't get out your wallet

Let me take you to a place to take a break from your noggin

I'm runnin' low on the cash

My mama left me with the whip it's runnin' low on the gas

You know I'll hit you with the cool communication

A nigga lit, I'm lookin' like the new illumination

My parents proud of me, 'cause my money accumulatin'

This damn economy ain't gon' take the money I'm makin'

I faced fines and faced mines, I'm stone high

In Gainesville, throw middle fingers to roll tide

I'm on mines, stay on yours, my phone dry

'Cause I ain't got no hoes, it's leave me alone time, yeah

I made another settlement, bands man

Let's host another party, we'll be amongst the champions

Let's hit up all the shawties we was fuckin' at band camp

I'm slumped, I need me a bump, feel like the xan man

And niggas got guns, so keep the keys to your register

I might grow dreads, then I'll be GT the predator

I just got head in the back of a whip

Sick stick shift, came with a thick bitch

Never been sane, but I cope with my mind

Hit the plug line, let me get a 4.5

Let me hear your purse, nigga, I'mma tell mine

Come here, baby girl, let me love you long time

I'll be rich, please

I'll buy you what you need

I'll bring you on the road

We can go out to Belize

You ain't gotta ask please

But I can't do this shit right now

So for now baby girl, pipe down

I'm a beast, I'm a boss, I'm a god in making

Freestyles hot, like the spawn of Satan

Speed past cops, when I drive to Macon

White blonde dyke finna fire up naked

You ain't gotta lie to me

I'll never judge a friend to me

Everyone get love, except my motherfuckin' enemies

Nigga KO'd, couldn't take the drank

I blow dank, didn't I say that on my last few tapes?

Your weed's worthless

Blunt be rolled as three tight virgins

Whippin' up a receipt workin', I'm pristine perfect

Love it when a thick bitch twerkin', I need some purpose

Pussy niggas keep on lurkin', these kids like Sherman

Honestly, you won't ever find no one as hot as me

Wedding ring to baby g one day it's lit, monogamy

I should probably pack up my shit and cop a brick

And flip it seven times, until I got enough to cop a fuckin' crib, Troy