Earl Sweatshirt, Action Bronson, Danny Swain - Top lyrics
Action Bronson [Ariyan Arslani] Queens, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Earl Sweatshirt, Action Bronson, Danny Swain - Top lyrics]
Don't blink, bitch
Real niggas on the brink of extinction
Livin' like he on a mothafuckin' hit list
Gunnin' for your bitch next
Finnin' off a pissed ex
Declining your lips stretched
Mr anonymous probably sent
Your clique threats fist full of dollars
That collar sit on his thin neck
And most imitate me, I'm popular
So I trend set
Wit’ smoke irritating my ocular
While the pen jets
Plane switch lit as he lane switchin'
High as your praise given wit’
Daddies who stayed distant we stayed in LA
That's hard liquor and fanged women
You skinny, you weight lifting
Caged and gained ’tention
See, me, I was raised different black elite
Beatin' down your block with the bass kickin'
Highway to hell with the tank empty
Niggas faces never was pain stricken
Even though that heart 'bout as
Dark as the days endin', remain tinted
Fade to black, grey to white
Hungry like I need a motherfuckin'
Place to stay the night
Out the water screaming "Fuck
A satiated appetite"
Sweatshirt got the block hotter
Than some cajun spice
'Bout as hot as bacon pop
Steam a couple hundred spliffs
My nigga Sagan copped
Schemin’ on a mouth full of
Gold and some pagan thoughts
Drinkin’, head spinnin' like dreidel top
Keep my eyes open like the gate
Is on a vacant lot so I can see these shady
Niggas soft as baby apricots
Reassert I'm hard as conversation
With a racist cop out the stomach
Hit the ground runnin' and
I'm stayin' in socks junt still shakin'
Tell Atiba send a baker box
Plus, ill C1RCA bag, lunch and a bus pass
Tatted half cabs and the shadow of a mustache
Double cuff kakis and a sale price Huf hat
Pushin' down Fax
Lookin' dirtier than smudged glass
But that was as an ashy sophomore
Cashed his first check and finally
Learned what them pockets for
Profit, lock it down
That's word to apartment doors
Coke and soda rockin' 'til it's
Harder than some Amish chores
Ridin' 'round town shotgun in a armored Ford
Doin' drive-bys armed with nothing
But a sharpened sword
Wolf Gang before you ask me
What I'm barking for
Plus the fuse sorta similar
To John Stockton's shorts
Real niggas on the brink of extinction
Livin' like he on a mothafuckin' hit list
Gunnin' for your bitch next
Finnin' off a pissed ex
Declining your lips stretched
Mr anonymous probably sent
Your clique threats fist full of dollars
That collar sit on his thin neck
And most imitate me, I'm popular
So I trend set
Wit’ smoke irritating my ocular
While the pen jets
Plane switch lit as he lane switchin'
High as your praise given wit’
Daddies who stayed distant we stayed in LA
That's hard liquor and fanged women
You skinny, you weight lifting
Caged and gained ’tention
See, me, I was raised different black elite
Beatin' down your block with the bass kickin'
Highway to hell with the tank empty
Niggas faces never was pain stricken
Even though that heart 'bout as
Dark as the days endin', remain tinted
Fade to black, grey to white
Hungry like I need a motherfuckin'
Place to stay the night
Out the water screaming "Fuck
A satiated appetite"
Sweatshirt got the block hotter
Than some cajun spice
'Bout as hot as bacon pop
Steam a couple hundred spliffs
My nigga Sagan copped
Schemin’ on a mouth full of
Gold and some pagan thoughts
Drinkin’, head spinnin' like dreidel top
Keep my eyes open like the gate
Is on a vacant lot so I can see these shady
Niggas soft as baby apricots
Reassert I'm hard as conversation
With a racist cop out the stomach
Hit the ground runnin' and
I'm stayin' in socks junt still shakin'
Tell Atiba send a baker box
Plus, ill C1RCA bag, lunch and a bus pass
Tatted half cabs and the shadow of a mustache
Double cuff kakis and a sale price Huf hat
Pushin' down Fax
Lookin' dirtier than smudged glass
But that was as an ashy sophomore
Cashed his first check and finally
Learned what them pockets for
Profit, lock it down
That's word to apartment doors
Coke and soda rockin' 'til it's
Harder than some Amish chores
Ridin' 'round town shotgun in a armored Ford
Doin' drive-bys armed with nothing
But a sharpened sword
Wolf Gang before you ask me
What I'm barking for
Plus the fuse sorta similar
To John Stockton's shorts