Brayon Potillo - Gundam Slang / The Golden Revolt lyrics

Sellin' DVDs out my truck Posted, Bic-flick the Vicey, I'm a purple-haired punk Her p**y matches my fashion I pump the b**h in my hatch and I cap it off with a smack, snappin' a pic of her feet Always keepin' the heat under that gradient seat Eviscerate the little chiclets out a talkin' n***a's meat Bloody feet walk on egg shells and cracked blocks Meet me at the blacktop where ya grandmama sleep Ya stash spot's below her window My n***as creep on hardwood 'cause the NBA don't feel those n***as that k** hoes, and the old b**h gon' be a widow if you don't got the benzos Long story short, the Jordan bottoms like a candy cane, now we finna head to the port Contortion in the Glad bag, drag 'em into the torch Scorch and honor both them n***as for re-painting the porch It's important that I thank my moms for never aborting me Forwarding, villain n***a in the lair bumpin' orchestry n***as always borin' me with struggle bars Lightskin n***as actin' like they took a bath in tar Far from it, diggin' dirt I did to bury under par p**y eatin' tastes so good just like a chicken parm Pardon me for leavin' ya'll so parched, probably playin' in the arch Knockin' Doc Martens in a parking lot Playin' possum in the trunk with a gold satroi clutched in a Michael Jackson glove, I don't even need her love I was f**in' b**hes on the low anyway n***as quick to b**h and fold when I show 'em the .44 comes on any day New day, new b**h, ya'll just panty-raidin' n***as talkin' sh** when they bank look like Fannie Mae's Anime in the Maybach, dip into the grey 'Lac Sippin' OJ and some great 'Ac Grained with cash, this inherent rap I'm a product of a parent trap... no Caitlyn Conversate then raid the reggie, bevvy in the belly, batin' Telly ringin', momma's picture pops into my fornicatin' Poppin' carty's in Atari's, drink Bacardi from the patron Dollar commas on my conscience, Ramadan at Salty's place And I don't even know what this was for But I was sippin' lean like a fiend at the f**in' BET awards Bloody ink on the reams, beamin' off the chords My n***a Donnie G got a n***a out the f**in' court Praise the powers that be: the n***as on the moon Droppin' six figgas on a n***a's marble tomb His b**h on my waterbed, bendin', gettin' seasick Siftin' through the forest for the Lord's golden cheesestick b**h When you're alone, call me I'll be up in it, that's for sure, in the morn only I'll slide right behind ya back, I'll keep you safe Half me, I don't see, blind by linen back then There's a way, I want you in my life New car by day When you're alone, you can call me all day too I draw my gat, my negro view for you Will everybody know my name in review? As you resist, I fade away, as you Peace sign, pa** ya friends, be cold and insane, turn blue In the madness, in the madness, feel alive until the golden revolt No more eyes, no more lies in the golden revolt Bruiseless, music bleeds and eatin' through the golden revolt Copper aroma, don't let them know my real thoughts