Sauna Test

[Verse 1: Soul Op]

I ride with a stick

Dont care bout the rules

If you is possesed and you knew

Would you really get somebody near the pool

Because lil bitch im not gon lose

If you run, then ill stop by you

But you gonna lie too

So I don’t care about a single thing

Only stopping shit that cause me pain

Bum bitch gon cause a flame

You be taking over everybody brain

Brain brain brain brain

Yeah i dont care about that mane

Too many, too much calls for me to take

Never thought that I would it so fucking far

Got no rizz no play

[Hook: Soul Op]

Ayyy

Creepin out the cut

Ima get back when it turn dusk

Made it out enough

I see the future in my head

Lil bitch im gonna confess

Ima need a sauna test

[Verse 2: The SVR]

The atmosphere surfaces like Nirvana

Sitting write in the sauna

Chilling back relaxing (Then)

Grinding forward lapsing (Yesirr)

Concentrate em likely Brahma's cribbage

Season em tightly weather passage

The pen I tool like I planting spinach

The mined I pool feels lessing scrimmage

Roll that pair of dice

Puzzle the pattern like Madonna's paradise (La isla) (Paradise)

Couple of pads together gets spliced

The passion of it don't provokely entice

So I expresso conciso representing my preciso

When it summer up penning craft yo

Not pressure too much my path yo (Nah)

Tropically test out hotness here

Especially put out words severe

With this vibe of circle dotted here

Picture that gifted of Thomas Beer's

Respect the effort and the background

Me and the homie don't playing around

Volumes speaks from what it rebounds

Along with structured mounds