The Psychedelic Tribe - Vortex lyrics

[Hook: x2] We aboutta rip the game TPT you know the name f** the fame I'm money hungry Talking sh** get off my dick Henny filling up my cup f** what you saying bruh This girly wanna f** with me so I'm about to boo her up [Verse 1: Bummy Drew] Meditating 3rd eye sh** Vibrations got me levitated Higher consciousness is where I'm going be heading uh Behead the beast Now you're the beast You gotta watch yourself around these weaklings I been up for some weeks so now tell me what the f** is sleep uh Sleep is the cousin of d**h These hoes wanna f** with ya if ya up next That's some real sh** I'm with ill sh** Hoes be the type that make you pay the bill, sh** I ain't got no money in my wallet or my name I'm the one to blame Gotta get my grind on This flow is Lysol So clean but I'm mean Every time that I hop on the beat I goes in and I defeat No matter who you is I'll go pa**ed you to get that cream take a taxi k** a muthaf**a for the cheese By the cheese I mean the green Know what I mean? Sipping on lean Trippy n***a but I'm only 17 Hit the blunt now you know what I mean All I gotta say is peace [Hook] We aboutta rip the game TPT you know the name f** the fame I'm money hungry Talking sh** get off my dick Henny filling up my cup f** what you saying bruh This girly wanna f** with me so I'm about to boo her up [Verse 2: K.lin] Falling off now I'm back again Was worrying bout the cla**es that I'm failing cause I don't attend Mx + b equal weed We got the trees Tien tri beam Bet you won't try me Got a triple eye team Hanging with my dogs When the sun goes down mortals turn into Gods In the middle of the night With a cup full of sprite Pocket full of dynamites Everything goes BLACK And lemme slobber couple bars for a minute Sip minute maid Now it's time to behead em' Chew em' up Spit em' out Send em' to the clinic Gotcha n***a running like its the 99 Olympics And when life gives you lemons You get limes too That's people like us The Psychopathic Crew Psychedelic Youth We running for prez Pressin' the issue you end up Dead Dead Dead And you end up Dead Dead Dead And you end up Dead Dead Dead And you end up Dead TPT sh** n***a, and you end up Dead [Verse 3: Haze] I am redesigning the earth and it's ma**es These rappers are actors They dissing I'm flattered I only spit flames when there's blood on my lips And there's blood on your hips Like the scrapes in the tints And I do it for the whole team Runnin' from the police Kiling sh** real clean Bruda sipping codeine Run round town looking for the dope fiend Ride slow when it comes to the dena of the dale Spit hell on the mic And we come real tight Take flight in the night Fly high with the kites First cla** to the Astros Land on the moon Spray goons on the rocks Man we here to cause doom Psychedelic Shrooms Psychedelic Tribe Blooms It's that time of the SZN TPT k**s but just give me a reason Beeaaitch Beeaaitch