S.O.S

Tinashe Soko, James Richards

6k...

Cruising down the strip, rolling the whip,
Young homie stay lit, looking like he caught a lick,
Tell a hater get a grip, i been been on my shit
And and them birds spit words yeah they out to catch a glimpse

On my cash clay, puffing out an ashtray,
Where the courvoisier, this aint no masquerade,
The cash say, she can let her ass play,
Live fast way, holla at a padre,

Chorus,

Badmon touch road and he throw it it up (throw it up x2)
Badmon got dough got the club going up (going up going up
I hold it down, show me where the crown,
Got the city on lock, still repping for the town,
I hold it down, balling outta bounce
Got the summer on smash this how its going down

Its going down, going down, going down repeated

Sip till we lit, dip to the crib,
Holla at a big boy, holla at a pimp
Holla at the kid he can put it in your rib
Keep it on the low aint tell the world what we did
Catch me down southside, neon lights, freo lights
You know it be aite, see the hype, thee oblige
Got the pier sight, roll up a doobie
Feeling like skooby, tonights like a movie

On my cash clay, live it up namaste,
Where the courvoisier, this aint no masquerade,
The cash say, ooooh thats Tinashe,
Thangs i might enjoy now let that ass say woooah

Chorus,

Badmon touch road and he throw it it up (throw it up x2)
Badmon got dough got the club going up (going up going up
I hold it down, show me where the crown,
Got the city on lock, still repping for the town,
I hold it down, balling outta bounce
Got the summer on smash this how its going down

Its going down, going down, going down repeated

No one ever really dies, we turn into a legend
When my eyes close, burry me wit John Lennon
In a black hoodie, black Docs, and black skinny denim
Taking 6 figures to the grave, fuck it make it 7
Ima weapon spittin venom, it was written like the veteran ,
Nasir Jones reborn as Jimmy Drones
Illmatic wit the flows, this the life the gods chose
Black kings to the yout, we ya pharaoh's
He's alien a goblin,
They cant put a stop on him,
Fuck whoever copying,
I might put a hole in em,
Turn em into to dolphin
Do the dash like hyphen
I've been, vibing Way up paragliding
Just bounced on spring to fuck summer all season, Funny I Made the sun ride my face what a feeling
Dumb Jiggy nigga prettyboy go figure
My lungs breathe gas n my liver swim in liquor....

Chorus,

Badmon touch road and he throw it it up (throw it up x2)
Badmon got dough got the club going up (going up going up
I hold it down, show me where the crown,
Got the city on lock, still repping for the town,
I hold it down, balling outta bounce
Got the summer on smash this how its going down

Its going down, going down, going down repeated

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