Felly - Club Bang lyrics

[Intro: Felly] Let's go, let's go, let's go Aye Uh, dream, dream, dream, like you've never dreamt I k** myself to stay relevant Just so I can sleep effortless Gotta twist up the evidence Spliff tell I'm heaven sent [Verse 1: Felly] When the beat drop I be on degrees like my tea pot Girls know the team hot 227 g-spot Blast through your beat box Your rap game, Steve Jobs Back pain, still pulling boats out the marina, uh Sitting sideways Sippin on sundays Catching fade Getting blazed in the shade, uh She only trying to get wavy Why my people so complacent? I don't want pictures, I want paintings These Felly raps bring helipads Damn, you been through hell and back I could probably break the map When you rare as pterodactyl Ashing on the porch, while Gyppsy ask for tattoos My momma say we bad news But sh** y'all made me have to I'm lo-, loading up a little Cali Don't nobody k** nobody Close to fame, and don't know how I feel about it Through shades of Lennon, all I do is dream on And say my prayers in attempts to be God Doing the Devil his job But guess who dealt you those odds? So you should pack up your bags and get off the next stop I swear these days, I've been dazed They been lasting to long Thinking that I might call it all off I just wanna sip some juice with my girl I don't wanna think about the world But if the rain falls. the soil is fertile I grow and die to it come full circle [Verse 2: Gyyps] Donut starving, beg my pardon, I'm a starving artist My daddy said to join the fire department or the army I never listen to my f**ing father He gave me nothing but some f**ing problems And all the c**aine, I saw it Get the propane for my momma She can grill steak in the mornin' Haven't ate in days, so my brain is open Can't see straight, so I'm hanging over The paint is showing, the paint is golden I got gold chains like David Bowie No I didn't motherf**ing pay, I stole it Going insane, ain't afraid to know it In my garage, it's way deep in Canoga Neighbor a gangster, her daughter a chola I seen them titties, the window was open Speaking in Spanish, quiero te boca My pa**ion, it burning, my momma concerned 'Bout the words that I'm spurting, when she hear my verses I ain't too worried cause I got a plan to make all these fans f**ing worship in churches Biitch! [Outro] We did it again! Did it again! We did it again! sh**, we fans, did it again! I hit the verse with a bong in my hand, I hit the verse with a bong in my hand Now I'm drunk as f**, too turnt up to- That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot Hit it, hit it f**in', walkin', wit a f**in' limp, aye I ain't f**in wit you f**in' cell, no Me and Felly doin' sh** like you, fam Do this sh** like we be doin' roll, bands Sorry, then we, just hit it first time Too hot, for you motha' f**as' (Goddamn it!) to compete with us, and we goin', in a f**in' yellow bus Like The Beatles, like we f**in', uh, sippin margaritas Where my 40 at? Where the f** my 40 at? How the f** you feelin' with a baseball bat? How the f** you feel me when debating on that? Aye I be on train tracks, sippin' and smokin' on wack, aye Sippin' and smokin' on wax, sippin' and smokin' my packs, uhh