Harry Fraud - Yacht Lash lyrics
rate mefeat. Riff Raff
I need a substance, light a joint before I sleep
Travy whipping that Beamer proper, tell grandma we eating, I made it
Nothing much to my ethics
Bitch, I’m jogging like I already won the election
Fuck it, shun the protection
Tunnel vision on a guap stack
King Cobra perspirating through the brown sack
Big talk looking thinner when it’s combat, who really ’bout that
Balling but gone fishing, I’m bouncing back from a yacht crash
Still dealing with the whiplash from it
Uptown, we on Sixth Ave stunting, pack luggage for the long trip
Smell the marijuana on the prom tux
Big dog, never got up out the yard much
Quick guard, lil’ nigga leave ‘em all stuck
Hold ‘em hostage then dip and switch the cars up
They flicking me when I leave the apartment
Dirty and seeking no polish
I’m Percy when he was grimy, the Master P is for pocket cash
I’m depositing, free my people imported
Needing that feasible mortgage
Set up shop near the beach, throw the beans in the ocean
When coppers coming, I’m leaving, I start and lead the commotion
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, whiplash
I need a substance, lit a joint before I can work correctly
Know it’s dead end, hearses ready, where the vultures headed?
Smoker’s section, cop it steady, keep the surface ready
I think I’m Türkoğlu, every purchase was purposeful
Burn that grass that the serpent inhabit
Base jam off the phone while I’m claiming my baggage
Rest assured I keep the label embarrassed
Parading in Paris
Lorraine and Kate had a marriage and I supported it
Sport the army coat with the ornaments
Buy and burn a quarter quick
Wilding while I order fish
I’m Scorsese, except black and leather pants
I’m out in minivans like I’m Dan screaming couture made me
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash, I got whiplash
Yacht crash
Circle make a square, you’re compared to the average
Versace water cabbage, hid your daddy in the attic
Ruby red dragon, my Aladdin station wagon
My new bitch looks like a Lamborghini in a bikini
Rap game, I dream of Jeannie, Versace, lasagna
Get married at the prom, I don’t want your gal
She look like an iguana driving a Honda
Smooth facial features make your
Tongue kiss the grim reaper
You ever have a family member slice your cheek while you’re sleeping?
Tangerine flags, tangerine flags in Baghdad
Feed your nieces Reeses Pieces while your nephew tie my sneakers
My shampoo, liquid detergent
On a desert island, I’m splurging on these virgins
I found your wife on clearance at Walmart
I don’t shop for car parts
Park my car on the side of the road by an Aston Martin
In the Versace helicopter, never speaking proper
Pull up at the doctor’s office coughing often
Pull up in Versace coffins
I’ve got diamonds on my earrings
Cold enough to freeze the North and South polars
My fans got syrup on their shoulders
I freeze the fans on your ceiling
Pita bread pays the cost with stone gloss
Hide the, in the eel salt
Riff, sushi
