Linguine Limbs

[Intro: Black Josh] Tequila and white, I'm ease with the pint Fiends on the line, as cheap as you like I see it and buy, Adidas and Nike Cleavers and knives, I needed a slice Feed me the pie, I'm greedy alike I dreaming alive, sleep on your guys Open my eyes, awoken my mind I spoke from my mind, I won't tell a lie [Verse 1: Black Josh] Wait She wanna F with my crew that's the sweg co Pepé Le Pew yeah we get skunked Bloody murder that's red rum Drank away my sorrows yeah I get drunk Still sagging with a Henny bottle with a Fendi model on my Courvoisier you be getting bottles like I'm ? don't get a Punk rocker with some tartan on looking like I'm Scottish in the rave Drinking whiskey and it's nearly half gone bout to get a hottie to my place Devil Gang we're Spartans on a field but we wanna flip 300K Made me rock make me suffocate, please do not resuscitate [Hook: Nah Eeto] [Verse 2: Milkavelli] I'm in a motor this shits a Rover, without the Range We're getting closer we're getting closer, still outta range Tell her come over bring me the [?] I'm bout' to faint Yeah I'm the milkman check the lid man never out of date, like Got pull this sober bit of yola[?] you cheeky thing I need it slower popped a soma[?] now it's creeping in On the sofa, think I'm the sofa, Linguine Limbs like my older You hear that car beaming off, I'm not the owner Grew up at number eight, I'm with three girls that's a double date Yeah, I own two of a runaway, stuck in my ways yeah I love to hate This some shit I thought up, bare ice I need to warm up Told her sorry didn't call back, baby girl I was caught up Imma splash in the Ford truck, chat shit get bored up Big peach when I pour up, big peach when I pour up Like ehh ugh Home from America, I'm doing post like the editor Ferragamo messenger bag, yeah, I shot the messenger [Hook: Nah Eeto]