JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown - Where Ya Get Ya Coke From? lyrics

(I've named this one JPEG)
Ok, my bitch, she bad she got me out my zone
I make her shake that ass
This house is not a home
I double fist the cash
Don't need no payday loan
They be like "Bitch, who that?"
I got top on the phone 45 in the flo' seat
And if you know, then you know
You don't know me
I'm waiting for my opps to come
They better show me
And I talk how I talk, bitch blow me, woo!

Fuck you talking about oh, let's go
Get money, nigga the bands

I need my money made in a hurry
And we don't click with all
This pasting and you copies
That bitch let everybody in
She like thе army
Off top on your bitch like Darby
I fuck your bitch, you fuck my bitch
That's an assist 45 is sick
I take my shots tongue out likе KISS
And the choppa young as Matt Gaetz b-
You think you crazy, well buddy, go enlist!

Fuck! Let's go
Get money, nigga the bands

I'm a failed chemistry experiment
Take some acid, playing Jimi
Are You Experienced? Where's the fun
Clarence? I make my appearance
Show up incoherent
Niggas know I'm a degenerate
Wake up every morning, night before
I don't remember it thick bitch
Don't know her name but I won't get into it
Hundred on the night stand
'cause I'm so generous (Bruiser Brigade)
Check! Oh well
What you make in a year spent
Those smoking charges at hotels
Don't even know the last time
I cut my own toenails sipping on that Henny
I can't tell you how broke smells
Write like I'm chiseling on cave walls
A thousand years later
They can break a voicemail
When death calls, won't answer to no one
Came up in this bitch by myself with no gun
Everybody askin' me
"Where ya get ya coke from?"
Underground like archaeologist
Should be in the psych ward for
What I do with vocal chords
Call that bitch a totem pole
My face be all up on the board
Inside the vocal booth
We're running out of bud
A loony thing what I do when you can't
Some people saying that I'm shallow
But I'm jumping off the deep end
'Bout to flip the script
I ain't even read the treatment
Like terms of services, they all in agreement
Used to work the block and I
Ain't never filed a grievance
Talk to me soft like you can keep a secret
Lower down your voice 'cause it's
A high chance of leakage
Know some rappers talking but I
Could never speak it
Was told to keep my mouth closed
And just mind my business
Malicious intent, I made that rent
Sketched out by any car that
Drove by with tints go!