3am drive through Seattle (feat. Stonzy)

Yo Yo, aight Yo Yo Yeah Yo look I make niggas mad like Wendy Williams Oprah Winfrey on a colour purple ship mix with Brittany Murphy on a eight milestone Jim Morrison on the needle dose Paul Walker on a pink slip race Asian girl give me Suki head on a Kill Bill grace I'm Michael Vick with the OJ myth Blackface of white kids shooting their friends of a nine eleven To a seven eleven drum thirty six guitar hero clip I might not exist Of lord witness to John wick shooting up bloody masked witness To haters making Covid wishes on a Aguilera genie bottle of piranhas like kiss Drake poison ivy taste of plastic Madonna Making my Mom and Dad proud of black president Nelson, Obama I might try to hang with lost boys no interaction smash a white chick though a train, no septa intersections Questions, I'm starting to get head spins And I ain't spit confessions Unless you start undressing The wounds so prevalent Your heading to the pavement You got a saviour complex These cacs you ain't saving These maps you were saying was easy to read Nigga now we fucking lost and its a quarter to three in the morning My dogs are all in mourning Pouring out some liquor like Abed and Troy We snoring We scoring Cop pull us over, say to get out the side He ask to walk and we did so in straight coke lines Now we blasting that pig with the gun in the glove compartment Dead pork everywhere a Muslims nightmare, my farmers market Family cookout and Andy is lookout This drive through Seattle turned into a fucking pool house Blue blood everywhere i'mma go for a swim, according to him, I'm fucked up on more than just gin But limp limbs would offer more than evidence My affidavit don't mean shit to y'all so insensitive Masked up or sickly like Michael Keaton Vulturistic I'm slicker than Rick or the niggas who jack it with moisturisers Poison flyers you touch the fit you end up in pipers Pied like him or Jim Carrey way you be lying You fine Carrier pigeons so prestigious A number nine large, that's your damn betrayal Man it must be a sign Hate on me how you want but you made the portrayal you fucking pike You fucking knifed my back like Jason and Chucky You fucker I'm like Harrison way I never look forward To you niggas asking your questions, I'm wood like bored The only thing I know is my time gets bought For a few fucking dollars by a few damn porn sick Poor hating Law debating morons Running round eyes everywhere like Sauron Succumbing to the ring Fashion is the thing, I'm Laurent bitch Oh nigga fuck you bitch Suck my dick "Hey everyone, welcome back today I'm doing another wing review today we're doing buffalo wing sauce"