
FARFALLE Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Same as I ever was
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Walked in the function with zip
Don't need nun' but myself
Thats how it been since rip
They follow my board taking notes
That student mentality sick
How you gon' drive that boat
If you couldn't roll with the sticks
I been around a few months at least
They already ask me for advice
I told em I been a beast
Its too late if you can't think twice
Not on my life am I boutta just wait
I see it I get what I like
Necktie got me thinking I'm Magic Mike
Talk dookie on me and your crack get wiped
Like it just went outta date
You could drop a thousand tapes
And never reach up where my work sitting at
Can't pull up that bar, you outta shape
Fan get that fire for free
I'd pay a fan get you fired, a fee
For fumbling that bag so tough
You thought you was giant, I caught you slipping, you off of your feet
Pushing out the trap like I just got back to the 561 and I'm clicked up
Can't hang with nobody who switch up
Jit up the fist and I'll make sure he don't get up
Spit up the chicken you owe folk mister
Hit a lick on me, I don't forget ya
Stay touching my pot he getting blisters
If he don't want the oven, shouldn't have been in the kitchen
And thats how it is
And that's how it's gone stay
Neutch
Hi it's Khizzy Neutron
The happy full time new artist here
I just made about a hundred beats and I ain't even have to use Omnisphere
Shawty said that she need a Buck
And I told her that was her problem dear
I was actin up about my sin
I'm tryna get a contract like a sarcomere
I got on a bow tie like Donald Duck
If you ain't flippin bills you got it backwards
I know you seem fishy it takes one to know one
They heard that I came from a school full of snappers
Plz don't compare me to none of you rappers
Welcome to Bay Breeze
Pullin the shells out
Taking they heads off
Man y'all should know how the kid be frying these shrimp
That crustacean was tasty
I know that they hate me
Situation sticky
Y'all be sweet as syrup
Traction like molasses
Doing less than average
They think they can get me tell dem boys to hurr up
I been moving quickly
Peeking through my glasses
Truly I'm a savage
Radish how I turnip
Can't compete with Khizzy
They all wanna ride
My foot in they side
I treat em like a stirrup
It's time to go
Ice on me cold
Like I played in the snow
Know that I raise from the ash like a Phoenix and spittin that fire a dragon with flow
Sippin on hot sauce
Chick in my call log
Hittin out the ball park
Back on the road
Brodie get knocked off
We playin top golf
He raise a flag but I swing dent him up put em back in the hole