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