Cemetery Drive Falco
[HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT & ATWOOD]
I got a bad side
Dabble a bit in duality
f..ck all your advice
You ain't got no personality
Turn off the gravity (watch how I flip)
You talk too much shit (I can see it on your lips)
Taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
I'm a bad guy ('cause motherfuckers like to play when you act nice)
[VERSE 1 - CHRIS WRIGHT]
Motherfucker I just blacked out (where i'm at?)
In a Honda Accord
I pull the mask down (fuck it)
Then kick open the door
I'm going ass out, stumble up to the porch
I got the dirty south on me so I'm par for the course
[VERSE 2 - MILES POWERS]
When they dropped the song I heard someone was cappin' huh?
I can pop enough for all of y'all like gatling guns
For the little onеs, yeah, got a little new groovе
Let the kitty out the handbag, let it run loose!
It's a pity y'all ain't found it I'ma call it back
Yes I'm petty and I'm grounded and I'm all of that
When I'm popping off I won't look back for nothing, get the bag and run
Raps that pack a punch, only gassing when we pass a blunt
[VERSE 3 - CLOUD MAC]
Fed up with this shit man, six shoot just like a cowpoke
Hands off, cocked like I'm motherfuckin' Falco
I'm a former addict wish my nose was full of blanco
Give the homies kisses cos' we keep it in the band bro
What'chu think uh huh?
Everybody really like to f..ckin' think a lot
And if I gotta lotta money ima keep it all
I got a lot of f..cking plans I'll never peak at all
[HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT & ATWOOD]
I got a bad side
Dabble a bit in duality
f..ck all your advice
You ain't got no personality
Turn off the gravity (watch how I flip)
You talk too much shit (I can see it on your lips)
Taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
I'm a bad guy ('cause motherfuckers like to play when you act nice)
[VERSE 4 - THIAGO]
I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball
I might sip on this sangria till I cannot sip at all
Let's play football with a bucket wonder who gon' kick it off
You try reffin' how I'm feelin' whistleblow like it's the law
That's a yellow card, Ocean Ave I was sittin'
But we never talk, f..ck that I got visions
Of a better 'morrow, reading lines in my hand
But I got sweaty palms, I can't get a grip
[VERSE 5 - WHYANDOTTE]
Do a good job with the pain that I'm maskin'
Got a long fuse and a really big casket
Call me Yogi Bear with a pic-a-nic basket
Dancing with the stars and I saw Carole Baskin
What the f..ck does that mean?
Niggas still locked up, praying for a vaccine
Y'all getting married in the mud but you act clean
Hoping for a Coppola, everywhere you open up, some of y'all are acting
[HOOK - CHRIS WRIGHT & ATWOOD]
I got a bad side
Dabble a bit in duality
f..ck all your advice
You ain't got no personality
Turn off the gravity (watch how I flip)
You talk too much shit (I can see it on your lips)
Taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
I'm a bad guy ('cause motherfuckers like to play when you act nice)
