Edging ft. Boom 17 Lyrics

I edge 'em with new music, cuz I ain't even coming yet

The songs I write are too sick

That's why I take my face and mask it

That's why I hide from my debt

That's why I wake up in a cold sweat

That's why I still ain't forget

That's why I'm still popping that shit

That's why I cash a big check

That's why I point it at they neck

That's why me and Boom a duet

That's why I'm reppin' Marquette

I sleep soundly in my bed, pillows of dirt under my head

Gooning till my brain goes dead, I got heat straight out the shed

Bitch, yeah, I'm from Gwinn, but that's embarrassing, I rep Marquette

It don't even matter, cuz I'll put them both on the map, I bet

Shoutout Noah, shoutout Pumpkin Thief, shoutout Brad

I don't shoutout Bloomy, cuz that bitch make me mad

They come back to me, cuz I'm the best they'll ever have

They come back to me, cuz I'm the best they'll ever have

They come back to me, cuz I'm the best they'll ever have

I don't need no sponsor, I don't need no ad

I feel like MJ, Michael Jackson, bitch, I'm bad

And I smoke MJ, Mary Jane, I'm far from home

I think my brain is fried, melted, yeah, it feel like foam

I was so high, I saw Seth, thought he was a gnome

I edge 'em with new music, cuz I ain't even coming yet

The songs I write are too sick

That's why I take my face and mask it

That's why I hide from my debt

That's why I wake up in a cold sweat

That's why I still ain't forget

That's why I'm still popping that shit

That's why I cash a big check

That's why I point it at they neck

That's why me and Boom a duet

That's why I'm reppin' Marquette

I love lean, I love sex, I love beans, count the checks

I got beams on they necks

Wanna try me?

Bitch, you next

I love lean, I love sex, I love beans, count the checks

I got beams on they necks

Wanna try me?

Bitch, you next

I'ma count this guap, yeah, I'ma count this cash

While she give me top, you know I gotta smash

I been with the wolves, yeah, I hang with the killers

We gon' cook you up, and serve your ass for dinners

You know I been feastin', I been eatin' real good

Ain't no need for dreamin', I'ma do this as I should

Yeah, I'm circumcised, I don't come from the hood

Look me in my eyes, I'ma beat that shit up good