Ace Hashimoto - Red & Meth lyrics

[Verse 1: Cam Meekins] Blickety blah Breaking down the doors, get your rep up Where the after party at b**h get it set up Cam got the mic, OG bring the hammer We still rock shows from Boston to Alabama I got styles like Barneys and Nordstrom Money like Republicans, everybody wants some On instrumentals I'm Randy Savage Had a 1.1 on my grade point average And when I'm high I be getting paranoid Straight twitching on people, get your iPads destroyed Give and go, smoke bowls like every night And come home like goddamn I love my life Some say the stress outweighs the high I say "Dog stop stressing, be thankful you alive" Because I could crash this damn car right now Walk out like aw yeah we done f**ed up now, sh** Good like Timberland boots, they're still relevant Bad like elderly people being elegant Sneaking in, splash, into vaginas Then I wake up the next day and smash your china Sick of these new dudes that claim to spit logic When every mixtape got 800 credits on it This a forewarning, you suit and tie reps Never ever gonna see a percent of my ASCAP (b**h) [Verse 2: OG Swaggerdick] Knock knock, who's there? It's the young dyke, one mic Back in the day used to hang around with little tykes (liar) Now he old, new sole like shoe glow Love going bang bang bang like Pops [?] Martin Payne's brother, Mr. Bruce Wayne's brother Young c**aine, cowboys and Jermaine's brother Got the same lover, so they combobulated First train out, ding! she ovulating She light skin so she already get me Style sharp as a machete I think y'all n***as ain't ready Blow the candles where's the 'fetti Dyke