LUAM

[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Clockwork gang, she wanna party and hang with the lords of the land, god damn (god damn) Passed her off two tabs, filled her in on the plan, she was gone in a half, god damn (god damn) Roll a zip fuck a gram, got a rocket in my hand, take a hit thats a blast, got damn (god damn) When the sarge in town that lysergic around, got it in my headband, god damn (god damn) Big head spliff, Bob Marley Chinese eyes distorted Issa Gold can't tarnish, but my target get departed Flatbush strap no harness Indigo drill sergeant Million man my starters, feel the drugs run through your carcass In her socket shooting comets, you could see she ride for chronic (let's go) She livin' for the sex and drugs, she crucified the night My aura's glowing like it dipped in love and ultraviolet light The culture real and multi-flow to me diversify the mics So what's your type? So what's your type? (Bitch) So what's your type? (Bitch) So what's your type? (Bitch) [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs? Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts? Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs? Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts? Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My niggas be 'round regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My niggas be 'round regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing [Verse 2: Meechy Darko] Sometimes blood ain't thick enough Thug life, hit 'em up Dip my fingertips in acid so there ain't no need for gloves Clockwork Indigo, four hundred micrograms just hit my tongue That sour reefer fill my lungs Highest up, never take no plunge Meech Knievel, born to stunt Two chicks pass my dick back and forth, and blow like they just hit the blunt Fleezus Christ, he just nice He slice like OJ did his wife Two bricks on my feet, all white, nice My nigga, Christ wasn't as nice I'm one of the illest niggas to ever touch a mic Tussionex hittin' Body on lean, but we ain't talkin' fitness Razor blade choppin' and spittin' We runnin', we flippin' for gold like we gymnasts Get it? Razor blade? Gyms? Ha Fuck it, one day you'll get it Nina a freak and her pussy be drippin' Don’t fuck with the zombies, I might catch a homi I finally found me a job for the tommy. job for the tommy Tommy Tommy Job for the tommy Tommy Tommy Job for the tommy [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs? Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts? Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott] Travel paraphernalia Drive it like the whip is stolen Man it's truly a shame, they say this here is a moment My motive not up for bargain I can't co-sign every artist My nigga's be round' regardless Hustling, struggling, and mobbing [Verse 3: AK] Uh, fresh out the tomb, I finesse through the tune All I need is a pocket of checks, pocket of fumes To proceed to the top of the vest, droppin' that flu Cold shit, watch the masses collect and feel cool Stay true to the massive respect, and pay due Fuck that, don't be a slave to nathin' make moves Wait, why they snooze, they hate 'cause they lose Don't fate with fate, use your brain to break through Clockwork rasta, puffin' that boombastic And my flow so toxic, melt your whole damn project So-so alpha but them hoes just swallow We were chosen, follow, clear that road of sorrow No tomorrow, mama hit this weed For the fallen soldiers pour some Hennessy Sculpt the vultures then restore the culture When I'm dead and gone remember what I told ya Yeah set in stone, I be the coldest author And I'm Flatbush grown where they resort slaughter At your dome with the super smoker, that's when you know that it's truly over Pack the back, I kill every track I'm like H2O, I flow round the map I got cater blow but I'll keep that stack Got some loud to blow so I'll be right back [Bridge: Juice] This that Clockwork, pop pop like Mossberg Smoke smoke the best herb Yep, niggas ain't ready for us This that Clockwork, pop pop like Mossberg Smoke smoke the best herb Yep, niggas ain't ready for us [Pre-Chorus: Meechy Darko] Ain't this what you want? Love, sex, drugs? Ain't this what you want? Guns, big blunts? Ain't this what you want? Man we the best bruh If that nigga got a vest cuz, hit that nigga from the neck up