Cressidaway!/ TPGeeK

[Part I: Cressidaway!] [Intro: Niontay] Haha (SURF GANG, bitch) [Verse 1: Niontay] You know when the stakes high, I boot up and take flight Manoeuvre with great white Heart move the baseline We coming all new drip New shit, then take flight Archive like napalm SURF GANG, no wave stronger Smoke break, let's take 5 On red like State Farm Fold up, I ain't budge Lose sleep, it ain’t fun Won't eat you, I ain't hot Won't greive, ain't no time My blood and my hunger [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Ay, ayy Ain't know if I would make it home so I pray Too many sleepless nights ago, got to face Both of my feet was tied to rope, it wasn't pavеd Can’t get a piece of dollars, go our sеparate ways This bitch breathing fire O's to the face I know the fee get high, a toll getting taken I'm not on demon time, but bro said he may be Feel it real deep inside my soul, niggas tasteless Living real free and by a code like a Mason They cannot breathe in silent, that's how the reaper slide Geeked up like Speaker Knockerz, I ain't even see the pound They told me keep it down, I told them keep the flowers 28 G’s an ounce, that's all I need for now (GATORFACE) Uh, this bitch breathing fire O's to the face [Verse 3: Niontay] Creep up, I skate by Won't speak, won't take mine I geek up on every time They sneaky, they ain't slime I be with the same guys We really the same kind See how she ain't mine? She beat, I don't want her Ah, ah, ahh [Outro] (Where'd you find this?) (GATORFA-, GATORFACE, woo) [Part II: TPGeeK] [Intro] Bro, I'm about to crash the fuck out, Wallahi I put it on everything I love, bro, I'm bout to- [Verse 1: Niontay] In and out, let the motor run In’s and out’s, boy, I know the cuts, still sewn up (Still, still sewn) Bitch, it's time to grow up Still tippin', somewhere still stickin’ ‘Bout to throw up (SURF GANG, bitch) On my gang on a punk bitch Flame it, face a L upon the disc ‘til my lungs give in ('Til my motherfuckin' lungs-) Life a bitch, give my love a kiss ‘fore I leave crib You know niggas ain't got sent, D-Day, ha Horrible with names, but don't forget a face Coming down from Scottie On the rim, why I don't feel the same BTA the tour, I up score 'fore I hit the stage When it rain, it pour, run through your city like a hurricane, huh YATK up, I know it hurt to say Carrying them sucker hatin’ niggas in the worstest way Burying them bone, might grave dig Got to be perfect, ain't it Learn behaviour G just like my G but I'm the youngest gangster In and out, let the motor run Told her lock the doors and blow the horn if you notice some Money piling up, police come No, you can't, never had shit Thought the bitch wanted some (Wanted some) Huh, look me in my eyes, what you see behind ‘em? Sleep anxiety, geeked outside my body when I wrote this song (Yessir) Innocence, I bet they stole it from Few glitches, got to cope with some Another cold summer [Interlude] I would, I-I-, I told you to shoot back my car, no (Hold on, hold on twin) Nah, shut up nigga, I want this nigga to shoot a gun at-, at my part- Get up, get up (My fault) Lil bro, get out the car with me I don't be robbin' no bitch ass niggas [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Uh, uh, uh It's so more than me I can't go to sleep I seen this before, this weed got a glowing gleam (Gleam) Pushing packs and different P Always slightly more than geeked I get Sprite, it’s goin’ pink (Goin' pink) I swear on my life in what I think I get right before I leave I don't like it but I need it (GATORFACE) Niggas talking spicy, he not seasoned Another take the heat, that's okay with me This shit just major as it seem I can't wake up from a dream Pinch my face, don’t make a scene I can't make room or make it easy I should leave his face pulled up on the T This shit just major as it seem I can't wake up from a dream Pinch my face, don’t make a scene I can't make room or make it easy I should leave his face pulled up on the T