Wolfing Down
Nicholas Craven
GENRE
[Verse]
Yeah, uh
My Haitian niggas'll chop your shit
My lady chocolate thick, she like to [?]
The seats in the 6 resemble Trail Mix
The torch is in the pale like a welder's kit
The hitter sent the whip in a tailspin
The tires made the V-12 skid
I'm a big kid, I feel like I'm 12 again
The crib come with Benson and Mr. Belvedere
I'm cooking 'caine in the kitchen, we selling hella squares
I might sell my Roc-A-Fella shares and take my bands elsewhere
The pinky ring a mere 12 grand (It's nothing)
I had a thing for [?] (Yeah)
Wood panelling on the Wagon, yeah the stairway cashmere
Exotic cat hair, don't let my jacket scratch your hand
I had my mans tap-dance on the grams
Break the brick in half, Jackie Chan, shit was khaki tan
I had twenty racks in my Balen' track pants
A small cash advance to hit some blue magic, you see the package stamp
Crack the Dutch Master to wrap the plants
Scrap your plans, I'm back to El Capitaine
Been to hell and back, I'm just a black man
Land the [?]
The Taliban brand, but not from Pakistan
What's crackin' fam?
My bitch pulled up with the ratchet on her lap and said
[Outro: Roc Marciano, Sample]
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Let's get the fuck outta here, baby
Word up, know this that Tom Hanks big shit, nigga I feel that
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Dancin' on the piano with this one, nigga
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Yeah, uh
My Haitian niggas'll chop your shit
My lady chocolate thick, she like to [?]
The seats in the 6 resemble Trail Mix
The torch is in the pale like a welder's kit
The hitter sent the whip in a tailspin
The tires made the V-12 skid
I'm a big kid, I feel like I'm 12 again
The crib come with Benson and Mr. Belvedere
I'm cooking 'caine in the kitchen, we selling hella squares
I might sell my Roc-A-Fella shares and take my bands elsewhere
The pinky ring a mere 12 grand (It's nothing)
I had a thing for [?] (Yeah)
Wood panelling on the Wagon, yeah the stairway cashmere
Exotic cat hair, don't let my jacket scratch your hand
I had my mans tap-dance on the grams
Break the brick in half, Jackie Chan, shit was khaki tan
I had twenty racks in my Balen' track pants
A small cash advance to hit some blue magic, you see the package stamp
Crack the Dutch Master to wrap the plants
Scrap your plans, I'm back to El Capitaine
Been to hell and back, I'm just a black man
Land the [?]
The Taliban brand, but not from Pakistan
What's crackin' fam?
My bitch pulled up with the ratchet on her lap and said
[Outro: Roc Marciano, Sample]
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Let's get the fuck outta here, baby
Word up, know this that Tom Hanks big shit, nigga I feel that
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Dancin' on the piano with this one, nigga
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
Am I the only one travellin' this way?
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