Guillotine Lyrics

Go slow for bumps

Different for the ramps, I get a chance then that's wassup

Feeling anchor-free

This a different class, what's a napkin to a handkerchief

Needed a mike around eleven, pre-Stranger things

Now the monster's out, I walk like Sully

Sorry boo, I kinda gotta stay on top of things like skullies

Look for open doors

I ain't tryna get in with them, they some open sores

Neighborhood pool vibes, I'm more ocean floors

Hidden treasures

This.shit.hits you just gotta switch the letters

You know, just like scrabble

I like my eggs scrambled

I only fuck with squares from my black and red flannel

The other kind lame, I just stick to my lane

Got one life to live and I get a time frame

So fuck the lower energy, to that I get hire

I went from spitfires to them 19-inch tires

Evolving on 'em

Heads may tumble on my next stunt

And I'm blowing on strong I don't flex none

Give a fuck if she get off, long as checks come

Let the bakers wonder where I get my bread from

That's for me to know and not you

Feel stress, still blessed without the achoo

So regardless I kick it if I ain't got shoes

Top two and I promise I am not two

Where my medal at?

The mission: get the buck-in, like pedal taps

Time is money, if it's talking we can schedule that

Hotboxing. Burning natural and Petrol gas

Might be why they stepping back, like ima blow or something

Show us something

Niggas think I owe 'em something

I be moving like the phantom of the opera, yeah

Like no matter how high they go I'm still a row above em'

Level up and hit the cut, just to keep it brief

I don't beef, I chuck the deuce just to keep the piece

I got bigger fish to fry, busy fishing chips

Staying solid to the core. That's them scissor kicks

Loud in the whip

Town or the twigs. Bound to ascend

Young lion I was tryna soundproof the den

Til booth got too hot

Now I need a crib with a pool out the boondocks

Bout my gu-op

Heads may tumble on my next stunt

And I'm blowing on strong I don't flex none

Give a fuck if she get off, long as checks come

Let the bakers wonder where I get my bread from

That's for me to know and not you

Feel stress, still blessed without the achoo

So regardless I kick it if I ain't got shoes

Top two and I promise I am not two