NINETY-SIX BOWLS ft. Bright Orange, Jake, Rob Buck, Kermode Zay & CDUB336 Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Listen

Yeah, soon as I hop on the plane it's on god

She wanna talk, I won't pick up the phone

Talkin' 'bout money ain't talking at all

Half on the whip, I can't pay if I'm gone

Half on my wrist, I ain't worried 'bout time

Rob hit me up like we back on the grind

Double my cup, I might double the price

'Cause fifty a set put me back in my prime

Yeah

I'm back in my prime, like '96 Bulls

Just pass me the mic

Pass me the blunt, I'm up in the sky

Here from the jump, that's my brother for life

Yeah

That's my brother for life

Aye December in America, I call that shit a White Christmas

Hooligans tearin' up and down Water Street, I take ya mistress

Then I take her to Pickle Christmas, she getting lit-mas

Don't even know her but she fiending for my business

I'm the chillest, been the 'illest since '99 been taking bitches

No sales pitches, ain't never about the money but I'm still winnin'

Stackin' bills, poppin' pillies in the kitchen

While I'm craftin' up the hardest beats, survival of the fittest

'Cause I'm shredded and I'm beatin' yo ass with all my 808's

They custom made, they sharper than a pain in your veins

Unless I make 'em smoove and creamy like a jar of marmalade

You needin' Medicaid the way my beats be tossin' yo ass in the grave

We on the last donut of the night, I'm smokin' J's with Dilly Dillinger

Bumpin' J-Dilla, MF DOOM is filling up the air

With them dusty ass tracks, my ears can't help but stare

Gazzillion sounds be runnin' through my ear 'til I can't hear no more

I tip the whip around the corner like it's Mario Kart ('til I can't hear no more)

I take a sip of dirty liq' and rip the gas station cart

This beat my brother man, no one could ever tear us apart

The way I use my flow so clever man, they call me an artiste

Zay been droppin' classic raps in packs since Apartheid

But you were born 2004 that simply just can't be

Ah shit you got me, thinkin' who gonna stop me

Sometimes I like to cap in raps but I promise that ain't me

Genuinely, I'm like George Washington with the tree

I could never tell a lie and that just how it be

I'm just doin' what I must to be the greatest MC

Leave YouTube loopin' overnight generating fake streams

Tomorrow morning Zay going number one on the Billboard

But Wednesday, FLEAU will be out here announcing the world tour

Man it's amazing how far we've made it without leaving Rob's room

Just smoked a bowl and now we going to do a show on the moon

I got that funky funky style with that funky swag

Take yo bitch out for a shaggin'

Takin' hella puffs of weed like Bilbo Baggins

Strolling through the woods and vegging 'til he see a fucking dragon

'Fore he runnin' back to his cabin, yeah Smaug be slangin' (ah)

Aye smoking on that Salvia

I'm turning into inanimate objects, delete the calendar

I'm blinding cameras while munching caviar

I'm chillin' on a beach and poppin' tabs at Zanzibar

I used to drink whiskey, dark liquor kept me spinnin'

Now I'm stickin' to tequila, loaded 'Rona's puts my lifestyle in ignition

Hand me and my keys

I'mma take the driver seat, pretty please

Bitch please

I could only be caught dead on the scene

Driving with a drink in my spleen

I stick to weed, weed stick in the cupholder

I pray to God piggy don't hit an oink on her

I'm highway drivin' ninety-four

Thinkin' life's a real bore without hoes and bitches

Drugs and riches, nah I'm kiddin'

I'm rockin' Beerio Kart 8 on Nintendo Switch bitch

Hit a quick lick, got Boo on the scene (yeah)

Gettin' your dog shit item roll to me for free

Green shell in the inventory (yeah)

Hold it on my butt, trigger finger holdin' down B

Yeah, Rob sent me a beat I had to get back on my shit again

I'm chillin' on the weed but I might take another hit again

My new girl on some shit like she could only put on Vetements

But she make me a better man, that shit that Eddie Vedder said

Yeah

She hop up in my whip, we look like Romeo and Juliet

Hop up in the spot, my wrist is lookin' like a president

There's layers to this shit like when you cut into some sediment

If you ain't get the sentiment that you ain't really even in my element

For real, like

They ain't really hearin' what I'm tellin' 'em

For real, like

I been on the weed but I would never touch a pill

Like

I get on a beat and I just tell 'em how I feel

Just tell 'em how I feel

(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)