Lobash - Central Line Request lyrics

Lobash-Lobash
Gon catch that throw back throw back
Hold that snap and roll back
Nope I don't control that
Back when we was youngers moving out
And looting london jump the gate we got that
New pack for consumption
Ticket officer got no assumption cos
We roll in comfort cosy boy
No longer on our lonely boy
Operation fuck the country up
And get clubbers jumping
Omg you must be up to something
Looking suss at me like what you mean?
I do not hold no 1PLSD or
Gram of Ketamine inside my Louis-V
I never even heard of diemethyltryptamine
Loaded of a bowl off salvia thats never me
Only ever took a trip to venice beach
But I never went to venice beach
There ain't no controlling me
All these older folk are groaning about
These drillers and their melanine
I just get the pistol loaded
Now the jury choking
Keep it real I got the hooded motive
Rolling through your gated community
Stay protecting all my felons
Like Macaulay Culkin
There ain't no raiding my evergreen
Now I got the juice there
Ain't no trading my recipe
Like KFC but I got that Kobe Bryant chopper
Switch to the heart of the
Beat and I'm making my
Mark of the beast to the path of elites
Way to far for defeat and you
Ain't gonna bargain with me
Armed to the teeth and the lipdrip
Ill thats a carpenters fee
Bitch we rolling deep and stay invincible
Living at the pinnacle
Still I had some time to take
Your lady out to dinner though
Spread open like centrefold for me
I'm In between a riddle
Do I hit the lick and get the sinner out
Live like Rin a killer bro
Or keep it easy steer away from medicals
Feet down with the stereo booming
Redefine a missiletoe
The minimal is barring out the lyrical
They asking who I do it for
People back in jericho
I never met them but I'm
Living in their image though
The current vibe is spiritual
Better take it metaphysical
Your listening to icaro whipping up a party
The crowd going hysterical

Strapped hard I'm back
Ready for snacks like pacman
Murder pussy on sight, cat scan
Blunt rolled tighter than nun bums
Ghost socials Im too cool for karma
Fuck a like I put my thumbs
Up a bra and squeeze
Fucked the bitch rough push her breasts down
Hard on chair now she nipple crippled
Flipped the script at the studio for
Having a no nude co-star
I don't cosign my whole class
How you a freshman with no bars?
One side you got face tats and ski masks
Other half bunch of wannabe
Woke artist getting
Sold out for cars cash and rollies
I know your background but these
Days I'm so heartless
I should come through with a crowbar
But lets be honest the the
Preach mode is over
Chasing fools gold and lewd rooks
Times up I clocked you ain't hood
Try imagining 2Pac Tik Toking to Drake
That's your lane so go ahead
Imma be role playing project bluebook
I don't do hooks i got enough punchlines to
Rope-a dope and trade
A gut bang for a rude look
You won't catch me outside stamp me outside
Never foot down I'm gaslightning the pedal
Enjoy your trap life
Ever week I'm back harder than ever
Got the fans mouthwide
So fuck your clout vibes
Fuck your record company
Annual target outlines
Fuck the feds and fuck
The Tri-Lateral commission
Gotta re-route music back to the outliers
Lobash pull up with a gat the size of Eifflel
I ain't tryna amass no fans
More like emancipate the rivals
And bring back a dapper share to
The rappers air like a
Russian man practising slapoeria
I'm really hashing out your manners now
Bag em up the body dropping out the paleka
Sweat iffy if your Patek drippy
Me & Rin on some next dizzy business
Kill switch lifted
For all appearences the pills are gifted
Murals are drawn for those
Born as aurora borealis