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goldshards - woodgrain lyrics

[intro]
1, 2+2 blowing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac
1, 2+2 blowing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac

[verse 1: reverse live]
come through with my blunt lit, cup full of some sh+t
that be guaranteed to have me leanin’ like a crushed rib
pull up to the function, bass make the trunk twitch
creepin’ out the speakers, sh+t be louder than a drunk b+tch
walkers of the depths, we the k!llers of the dark
man f+ck a release date, they just feel it when it drop
if there’s blood in the water, i’ll be swimmin’ with the sharks
if i catch a sucka slippin’, i’mma rip that b+tch apart
[chorus]
1, 2+2 blowing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac

[verse 2: reverse live]
left me no choices
don’t put the blame on me, they brought it upon thеmselves
talking loud
must’ve forgot whеre they at, now we gone chalk ’em out
knock ’em down
exit dimensions, i’m sending a message “i pop around”
will not be found
sn+tchin’ the soul from your frame, then drag it to hollow grounds
watch your mouth
f+cker we not for play, f+cker we not for play
walk this way
follow the siren song, soundin’ like guapalay
watch your safe
b+tches’ll set you up, come get your pockets dre
we not the same
mess with my funds, get sent to the dust where deposits lay
aye!

[chorus]
1, 2+2 blowing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac
1, 2+2 blowing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac
[verse 3: reverse live]
who the f+ck is you talkin’ to? who you talkin’ to?
tell your b+tch, if she run her mouth then i’m poppin’ you
sn+tch your chain, mack your dame
brace yourself i’m walkin’ through (uh huh)
overlord of these filthy f+cks, b+tch i got the juice
make a crown out of all the t++th my fists are knockin’ loose
b+tch i’m gone off them sh+ts, chewin’ yops and poppin’ shrooms
they see death around the corner, when i squeeze off a clip
i just bought a brand new he+rs+, threw some d’s on that b+tch
catch me breaking a 40’s neck
yellow my jacket like georgia tech
throw the snow beach on that polo vest
wake up and pray to a loaded tech
swingin’ that hammer like thor you get
hit with the force that’ll fold your chest
bagged up the k!ll, i sold you death
pack got ’em flying like boba fett
i bet them suckas are sellin’ you trash
i fell in love with the metal i pack
i feel the love when the metal go clap
sh+t gonna knock your head to your cap
talk on your boy and that ass gettin’ shot
bustin’ yo’ head with the back of the chop
cashin’ these checks of the trash that i talk
cashin’ these checks of the trash that i talk
yuh!
[outro]
1, 2+2 throwing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac
1, 2+2 throwing dank in my cadillac
4, 5+5 smoking weed in my cadillac

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