POSSE! ft. MR. SiLLY fLOW & Enri Lyrics

What's going on, Cone? (Aye)

What's going on, Cone? (Not much, not much)

I hope this finds you well

It's ya boy, MR. SiLLY fLOW (Let's go)

Beautiful, beautiful

Bro, fat cone has like, 7 albums out

Y'all just ain't on the train yet

It's okay, though

One more time from the top

I'm so happy to be here, yo

I got one rule though

Take them shoes off of my carpet

This a casa not a hotel

Imma break it like down imma roll Adele

Got the posse out, we fucking ill

Told' em bring that fire

Not a fucking drill

We iced out

No fucking chill

Knock 'em out like some chamomile

We too turnt

Came to kill

Fucking yo bitch in the Palacades

I got that water

Your girl she be drowning me

Not my level

You clowning b

I got the medal

The talent it follow me

All on my devil

You know he been countering

I cannot settle on people that's floundering

I keep it metal the way I been on a beam

I got the map

I gotta hold the dream

I gotta keep it together

Nobody knowing me better

I'm keeping up in a sweater

I'm better at fucking it up in December

I knew that I was a winner

When I got beat up

But I ended a victor

I keep the heat low

But I'm letting it simmer

That fire is taking your ass out the picture

Boy!

Hallelujah Imma break shit

Lame ass fucking basic

Take it out like a gang hit

Imma ride out fuck a lane switch

I don't care bout ya main bitch

Imma fuck yours fore the Aim twitch

Imma take mine when I take six

I don't break dough, I don't make shit

I'm with my posse

Know we rocking

Headbanging like it's punk

I'm with my posse

Pass the rock to me

How ya ass forget to duck?

Quacks talking to me

I pay them no mind

It ain't worth my funds

Cracked off from a piece of the old block

I'm my father's son

Got my father's unction for the non stop motion

Deficits, devotion

Loyal to my dogs

Playboy turn saint

Stories of a vagabond

Wordplay

Hardcase

Shoes full of cement

How's a bird to fly if he doesn't have a reason

So I gotta flock

No need for a pretense

Past tense

Heartthrob

Migrating seasons

Called up fat cone and they told me "we leaving"

Hopped up in the whip

Space coupe

No wings, man

Boulder on my neck

Big chain that I'm swinging

Diamonds on the face

Emma Frost kind of bling, man

This shit silly seasoned

Hallelujah Imma break shit

Lame ass fucking basic

Take it out like a gang hit

Imma ride out fuck a lane switch

I don't care bout ya main bitch

Imma fuck yours fore the Aim twitch

Imma take mine when I take six

I don't break dough, I don't make shit (yuh yuh)

I'm going dumb with my posse

All of you lame bitches wish you could copy

A criminal mind

David Rossi

I been lit since I was born

Word to Ozzy

Yo

Who beat you up?

You can send me the addy

I'll prime ship the fade

I'm rocking with some bad bitches with streaks in their hair like Victorious Jade

Enri is single but still got engagements

These flowers grew out the pavement

I'll pistol whip a hoe for entertainment

Make an apartment go vacant

I am a G with no affiliation

You're big by association

We don't take no Ls

But GBT

I am your representation

I just go dumb on the beat

With no GPT

This is that Dracarys heat

Who really better than me?

Who really trying to be?

I can just tell that when Cone rolls up,

They'll spark a fatty and face it

You're not high as us, and you won't get close

And that's why you hoes gotta lace it

That's why you hoes gotta lace it

And that's why you hoes gotta-

Hoes gotta-

Hallelujah Imma break shit

Lame ass fucking basic

Take it out like a gang hit

Imma ride out fuck a lane switch

I don't care bout ya main bitch

Imma fuck yours fore the Aim twitch

Imma take mine when I take six

I don't break dough, I don't make shit