4:59 ft. Izzyafterall Lyrics

Out the pound

Getting up and now I'm used to getting down

I ain't playing with these bitches ain't the same since I was clowned

Loose it up and when it's drippin wipe it thoroughly around

I been

I been stirring up the pieces so I get the picture now

I got purple on my drip yall see I got the fucking crown

Persian prince up in this shit I light it up to see the town

Passing Mary Jane so guess you say that Mary go around

I'm in a scary place these weary states i'm fairly going found

Feel it overtake your heart displaced just face it slow it down

Feeling all the hate the vodka takes so chase it go to town

In a baller state you quick to break its draining your account

Went from baking up a cake but now I'm baking up a pound

Throwing hits to be abundant now y'all see us saying how

Call her bae she call me muffin see her see me saying wow

Why you talking like a toughen bitch come see me in the now

At the bank I told the board my racks be stacked like it was dominos

I got flames around my sword a slash attack like Tanjiro

All the pain a masking wards a tragic past like Sabito

That's your name its Muzan lord a battle vast with Kamado

Lotta hoes

Lotta drank

Its 4:59 I ought to bang

Walking on the foes they see me striding when I'm on the paint

Military drip they see me pull up like I bought a tank

Missile barely missed just try again and bring a lot of nades

Literary trigger got my finger itching on the take

Living every dinner with a stack I'm 'bout to sauce a steak

Bitches always fibbing stick my back I never caught a break

You gotta write rhymes up in your mind so let your pen go

I get high mental gon' fly

So where the end go

We get by end up inside

Load up Nintendo

A mixed life school was a lie

So was a pencil

But thats that reality slaps put you in flashbacks

Past acts make you react see you in trash bags

Haz mat toxic attack this flow your last laugh

Fat stacks make the money reappear I press the button cash app

Take a trophy souvenir I'm bless from nothing match that

Over take I steer up in the street I'm cutting black flash

I don't need a mirror or fucking sink I'm hunting glass packs

Like this track I'm going so fast but slow when I smash that

Colored glasses molasses in fact so attractive I'm passing notes in my classes attached

Imagine the masses of stabbing up your past in the back

The pastor attacks knock a buck a blaster detached

Its after the craft pucker up I spaz on the track

Its cat in the hat blunderbuss an acid of vat

Keep your heart in different pieces keep it active at hand

I'm making my brand Reeses pieces seats colored tan

Putting all into the game don't gotta show it

Sick up in the booth but I ain't bout to fucking blow it

See us in the back we breaking fast but you don't know it

Shout out Dxnilukx he built this beat and then I broke it

(Peace)