glossdrops ft. octaneuro Lyrics

Don't send me a drum kit

I know you're a dumb bitch

Call my agent, he in the Secret Service

Call my manager, he in the Big Leagues

Call my publicist, she's private

Call my assistant, she my real aunt

Call my receptionist, she might receive this dick

Touch my bodyguard, he'll body you

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

Let me get a

Number one stunner meal bummer runner funner

Open season whack a mole, rack Iraq's sack back a toll

Move like rigmarole, Rick rolled penny show flows

Penny for your thoughts and moral psalms

Jesus, that's Yeezus with the Lexus and penis like a foetus

Calling PETA, smoke the reefer Mia Khalifa Wiz Khalifa

Got those pornstar big titty girls with worn stars, cornball wigs witty world

It's dull with the cold folk as we mull over balls and lols

Light poles flashing bros over hoes, no code for goals and gulls

Rolls and rows, boats sink in the hull and the hall, call my name

I'm Uncle Sam, watch me fall and fold over that gold sold told you so

And that's bold of you to think I'm older than you

Even if I'm balling you, and you're walking out the door

Two tours on the road, won't bode well, woah it's a war

Culling people like my jaw ain't straight raw torn ligaments Admiral Thrawn

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

I'll ain't sending you my demo, the game's already out

I don't need to chart, I'm not a statistic

I'm hitting the radio either way, cause everything else sounds like shit

I'm selling those vinyls to ladies with thin drawers

I'm selling those CDs to gentlemen with TB

I don't need a profit, I am God's prophet

You'll hear me through your headphones, you'll see me in your daydreams

Gun drawn, war chode, elections polled, Macauley Culkin, JR Tolkein

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives

This the gloss that shines, this the gloss that shines

This the gloss that shines, this the raindrop that thrives