Nu Stogie

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt] Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Shit, you wanna hand me that fucking lighter? (A'ight) No? Whatever (Yeah, yeah, yeah) No? Alright [Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt] Uh (Bah), I am the shooter reloaded (Bah) Who only move with the motive to kill it (Ayy) Music is coca, know that I roast it and flip it It's nothing Sniffling hoes accustomed to dick in they throat I bust on the tip of they noses (Ya need a napkin or something?) Just use this stack of this money (Okay) I only laugh cause it's funny (Uh-huh) Whip an ass and rap with laxative tummy, shit And I need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance (Ayy, ayy) Catch me on 'Fax with a couple cancer sticks Hit me for cold and passionate loving, ho, only khakis I'm cuffing Little man with no manners, bitch I am actually dusty Action Los Angeles, them bastards pack them Pacquiao punches Pressed on your back for your bluffing Let's take it back to the ruckus, bitch [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Tell momma that her son on a mission And I ain't seen the motherfucking sun in a minute Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness Say it's one for the money, nigga Run for your riches, nigga Tell my momma that her son get it, get it I'ma crunch niggas, getting money Blunts in the Civic, without fuck how you feeling, nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck how you feeling, nigga) Nigga, give a fuck how you feeling, nigga Fuck with a nigga, nigga [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I am the soulless who coldest creaks in the winter Rolling splinter deep and itching for bitches' dentals to denim Then puffing loud and come in Fallon Believe that Tec is offensive You need a vest when you snitching In Adidas sweat, I'ma kill 'em all (All) That pussy wet, raining cats and doggies up out of her I reach into the register, take the paper up out of it Hate the fake and the talkative Shake and bake, I'm the opposite Frosted Flakes and a pot of grits Percolating that breakfast I'm dropping cake on a necklace Spitting like a nigga just took a piss in my beverage That Swisher sit on the dresser, split Fingers twisting, decking and standing shit where the peasants sit Mouse with the weapons They come to fuck off your cheddar, bitch [Hook: Earl Sweatshirt] Tell momma that her son on a mission And I ain't seen the motherfucking sun in a minute Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness Say it's one for the money, nigga Run for your riches, nigga Tell my momma that her son get it, get it I'ma crunch niggas, getting money Blunts in the Civic, without fuck how you feeling, nigga (Nigga) Nigga, give a fuck how you feeling, nigga Fuck with a nigga, nigga [Outro] Don't be so much confusion Does you feel me? It can hold you back Yeah, I can't fuck with you I'm just tryna get this money (Tryna get this money) Niggas talking about some bullshit Uh What'd I say? Get away from me [?] I don't need that anymore It's money The more you know I can't fuck with you niggas, nigga It's money (It's money, it's money) [Silence]