zelooperz & quadie diesel – concentrate lyrics
[verse: quadie diesel & zelooperz]
concentrated psilocybin, baby, i can feel it throbbin’
i feel pill deprived, i don’t feel a ceilin’ on me
fifty thousand off a drug deal [?] came from rappin’
i’ma trap it out just for my children
we need more bowls, warhol’s
all that other cool sh+t that sound good
no scale, eyes closed, b+tch, i weigh an ounce good
“b+tch, i need more,” he said, just ’cause it sound hood
if a b+tch found me on the corner, then she found good
ground still shaky and a p+ssy n+gga lips quiver
make a wish, b+tch n+gga, turn you to a sick n+gga
archive rick, n+gga, still movin’ slap, n+gga
[?] than that bitc+ i’m a quick n+gga
[?] after my [?] n+gga
[?] so good, i gotta hit the [?] n+gga
[?] move a [?] work, i should pimp n+ggas
[?] slytherin, b+tch, i gotta squint n+ggas
made a hundred thousand off paint, irs gon’ k!ll me
[?] b+tch, i’m still me
[?] b+tch, that’s my prerogative
ain’t nothin’ free but joe exotic
pull the [?] like some [?], baby girl off e gettin’ erotic
[?] if the p+ssy good, you better [?]
too many b+tches that love me, [?] can’t even pay for [?]
b+tch, you’re only good at suckin’ and f+ckin’, that’s the problem
pullin’ out my glass like hooked on phonics
b+tch rubbin’ on me like i’m fluffy
she pull out the d+ck and make a deposit
baby keep screamin’ out, “daddy, f+ck me”
i looked her in the face and i denied it
grip on me, i don’t walk like that
this not next friday, b+tch, can’t suck my d+ck from the back
yeah, tell a b+tch put in work, put in elbow grease
i wanna smell yo’ queef
i’m smokin’ opps right now, i wanna smell your grief
[?] the ricky and the raf and the [?] on me
i’m runnin’ lights like a cop car
before you pop off, know them bullets touch kids like popstars
b+tch, living legend
still movin’ p’s for my peasants
pee on a p+ssy if he pressin’
b+tch wanna suck d+ck, l!cked on her asscrack
tell her i gotta put on my hazmat
police tried to catch me on the dashcam
+pyoom+ on a b+tch like a can+am
[?] smellin’ like fritos
still in the hood like [?]
[?] the trap just like the migos
still livin’ gigantic like [?]
b+tch tryna’ catch me on sneaky link, but i can’t fit in the peephole
rent+a+center, my car got repo’d
[?] only sit down for the cheetos
poppin’ both pills, but he ain’t need those
watch him rock out like a geode
[?]
still stay shady like gazebo
shoutout [?] get faded, crash jeep’s
swoopin’ down at night like a bed bite
you know i gave your bae pipe, but that was last night
i’m talkin’ to my d+ck, “n+gga, act right”
suckin’ on it in the trap house like a crack pipe
that’s what you call a l!ck
playin’ nba street and nba ballin’, b+tch
look at all of this f+ckin’ dope in this apartment
n+ggas know i sell both dope, weed, and the harder sh+t
[?] never f+ckin’ like a chastity
fill the needle with the brown like a cavity
i ball and rap and trap like master p
i’ma stay grounded forever like a casualty
n+ggas tried to run off with the [?]
your main b+tch wanna be down like gravity
dope in the freezer and pounds in the cabinets
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