Joey Bada$$ - DSL lyrics

(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then)
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm
Then) I make the whole place
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm
Then) I make the whole place
(Hit you with some shit that
Make you niggas look deformed, now) yeah
(Damn, UH! I make the whole
Place warm then) Bust, bust one time
(Damn, UH! I make the whole
Place warm then) Bust, bust two time
(Hit you with some shit that
Make you niggas look deformed, now) Check

Puffing on that Eucalyptus
You can lift this dick
In between your lipstick
If your eyes ain't low like Ralph Lipschitz
You dipshit's
Even the polices want me cause I rip shit
Puffing that piff shit
Blow out five O's like the Olympics
Evadin' on a RipStik yellin' "Eat my dust"
When cars for breakfast and lunch
Don't get ate 'til dusk
I spit it hotter than the days
It don't get dusk 'til eight
And when you born in a maze
You learn to duck those strays
I know gang homies who wait
Around to buck those Tre's
But me, I chose to skate around, ya know
Bust those tre's
They get bucks, get paid, They get butt
Get laid
Niggas who ball and shine hard, they get cut
Catch fades you see
I was one of those kids
Who stayed up passed late
So when it's time for school, I
Got up but still passed, great
Get passed- I forgot my line
I do it nonchalant
Spit it through the wire like I'm Chaka Khan
I been killing 'em
Your bitch been feeling 'em
Ya'll can't be serious like
Films Ben Stiller in
Nobody iller than him at the
Top of his adrenaline
Flow sweet like cinnamon
Name a chick that I ain't swimming in
Uh, got flow for days
I'm sure to get paid if
They hate the price on son's life
It's sure to get raised
But there's no break when I got you pinned in
Said it uno, dos, tres then fin
I let him swim with like
Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches
I know you mad bitches mad
How my style switches
So, frequently be freaking MC's
With these frequencies
These freaking trees got me
Soaring over freaking seas
Too many freaking G's claim they
Make that deus pop
Please, the only thing you ever
Squeeze was your juicebox nigga
And you know it
Cause real G's don't have to show it
Got your head in the clouds
Big homie gotta get you focused
But know, it's all a part of the business
Don't take it personal
It must be hurting you to know
I could be merkin' you
At will, whenever I feel
This shit get realer
Foe squealers give the beats out
To the nigga Dilla
I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol
Never packed a tool
But that don't mean that I won't fix you
Who is you? I don't give a F
I do it effortless tell your messengers
They can get opened like beverages
Da fuckin' specialist i bet all you mother
Fuckers gonna remember this, yeah