SPRINGBOARD DIVE Lyrics

Yeah, talk about it

No steel skin

Bitch, run them pockets, yeah

Talk about it

No steel skin when the cops power-tripping acting godlike

Quit acting all godlike, bitch

Shit don't make no sense

Me and Mr. Custer pull up with the PILA

We don't do shit, smoking stoges where we at

Fix it again, Tony, this shit ain't a FIAT

Utter Stop shit got me buzzin' like a beehive

Robbed more shit than fools with more Bics

Than fuel in they car that carry their storage

Loose stools, more shit for your ass to deal with

Than dudes with kids in school smoking mid, yeah bitch

Swear I'm done, bitch

Swear I'm done, bitch

Swear you dumb, bitch

Swear I'm young, bitch

What you want? bitch

Swear I'm done, bitch

Swear I'm done, bitch

Young Salmon in the cut

Making gas station music

I'm done, bitch

Please, take your time

Yeah (Huh?)

Take your time!

Take your money and run around back (Back)

Take your money and run around back (Back)

Talk about it (Back)

Tell Miku hit me for the feature

Dial 701

Still ain't sell no beats and no t-shirts

Well, fuck my funds, huh?

And I'm gonna die bathing in my motherfucking well water

If I do drop this, no one tell my father

Don't bother, me and Hershey with the shits

Y'all fodder, getting ate up in this shit

Y'all motherfuckers saw it, yeah

Uh, talk about it

Yeah, I'm two years late, don't talk about it

Never bought a sim card, don't hit my phone, bitch

Y'all never getting money cause y'all phone in

I'm walking in and I see y'all just mirroring

Listen to my music, lose your hearing

How it take two years just to write some lyrics

Pressure me about it, you'll never hear shit, on god

Quit acting all godlike, bitch

Shit don't make no sense

Quit acting all godlike, bitch

Shit don't make no sense