Frisky Fireball - SYNDICATE (MUSIC VIDEO)

Описание: Shot on iPhone in New Orleans, Louisiana by @designsbylittleroom (Kendall)
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LYRICS

People been sleep
I heard they need some Ritalin
I spin that cap back like a ceiling fan
I got your bitch on my line and she reeling in
I live in her brain so it’s
Fuck all her feelings then
I’m feeling like 2-5 the syndicate,
I’m finna—- Hol’ Up
Watch what I say
When I blow up they mimic it
They think Imma raise the roof,
Nah bitch I tinted it
Less like a ghost,
I’m more like a phantom
I’m still that muhfucka
With lean in my Fanta
I’m finna go ape, bitch
I ain’t talking Danimals
I’m red like chianti, no Hannibal
Lay pipe on your auntie then I ran it up
I go off the rip ain’t no such thing as planning
Got your bitch off the molly,
Ain’t talking about Shannon
I’m a superstar in the motherfucking making
They ask what I’m doing with this shit
And I say I’m going to make it
I’m just showing my ass
And you butt-ass naked
Should’ve known not to throw stones
In a glass house now my bro got the mac out,
You ain’t gon take it
If I have your bitches heart I swear I won’t break it
Treat it like a record you could spin on it baby
Lately, I’ve been just snapping
Used to wanna direct
So you know I’m bout action
Lights, camera, on me
Got purp in my gut
And my lungs full of weed
Greening out (dollar sign)
Eyes like greed
I got money on my mind
And the game in my teeth
Pack touchdown and I’m finna let go
I be fucking up the hits, make the beat prego
Pop out with my foot on they neck like, presto
I be getting the A
I ain't taking a test though
I done came a long way since them band days
I don’t feel pain no more, what’s a Band-Aid?
Bitch I’m a Newman, I’m feeling like Randy
Alive for the sequel and the last one standing
I’m the man on fire, no Dakota fanning
I stay punched in so you know I don’t plan it
I’m high all day on four different planets
Wanna talk bout a check I done already ran it
I done had a lil block but I’m back in the box now
Wear out the red, but I’m not sure with the Sox now
Feeling like Ned, how I’m finna rock out
Shred all day, But I spit till it’s dark out
Say the word but my ex on him, he marked out
Out for blood, big bruce, now I’m sharked out
Talking tough, son of police, not a cop-out
Don’t get it twisted, I still take a cop out

Produced by Yung Glizzy