BAK.4.MRE (Ft. fazo_faygo)

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure,

but yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure.

But yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

 

 

Really do this shit on auto, booted off

Gelato Green laser on the Glock,

lil' nigga clutchin' a Palo Green

pockets full of guap

I need my money, not your problems

I walk in the function and these lil' niggas followin' me

White girl in the back doin' coke, Demi Levato,

she hate when I call her that

Young jaydes too locked in

Niggas wanna pull me out, told the opps,

"Suck my dick" Still left with a frown though 'cause I can't even trust my clique

I know she gon' let me down, but I'm still getting high with this bitch

 

 

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure,

but yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure.

But yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

 

 

I’m in the real art department, Gods forgotten

when you’re buyin’ armored cars, or pickpocketin’,

or dishonest, discharges ‘n’ misconduct, and,

to X Factor, y’all know we had fifth columns in?

Nirvanas unreachable y’all, all involvement

wit’ little problems, y’all flex bein’ wit’ satan, damn.

I’d take command and tarnish ‘em, then aid the camp

to lead ‘em into Abrahamic religions like Christianity, no more Satanism and shit, see.

Me blastin’ nasal cavities, your immateriality,

Be stable, man, shit comin’ to light, as revealin’ as skinny-dippin’, my officiality y’all’s makin’ up,

I’m eatin’ häagen-dazs, I’m believin’ in me, provinciality, no use in wastin’ up my mind,

thinkin’ of casualties, taken aback, releasin’ these increases y’all’s obliviality, y’all take L’s,

like the mason-dixon vertically, not horizontally, I’m more PETA than claver, gassed, don’t be misreadin’,

I ain’t wicked, I love guinea pigs and my family, I’ve many forms like platonism or surveys incomplete.

Let’s keep it platonic, play tonic like drugs and they’re free, Plate on icks, stackin’ red flags, I want war wit’ phonics,

this fatalism extreme, it’s your fates that’re at hand, on the lam, here I am, oncomin’ doom in one man.

 

 

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure,

but yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure.

But yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure,

but yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.

In the middle of a storm, I ain’t cooling off.

And even when you’re up for a due reward,

I ain’t pressin’ forward, news report, shit’s stupid, sure.

But yo’ bitch is comin’ back to me for more.