Clyde Crooks - Albany Freestlye Lyrics

Bustin' down the door in his Nike Air Rattles, yeah
What if I exit

F*ck a breakdown, woah
Gonna shoot that shit down, yeah
Pump the lead like mane
Emptying round after round, yeah
Ropeman, Happy Feet, Silicon Wings
Solar Flare, Trashy, French Hotel
Shooters on the roof let it sing
Blasting out the Phantom gold, yeah
Running 'round town, Bolt, yeah
Running 'round the city, Bolt, yeah
You best better get your shit, man
You best better f*cking bolt, yeah
I done seen the expanse, yeah
I done seen the planes crash, yeah
That bitch did a sacrificial dance
That foo, bitch, man she in a f*cking trance
Used to wonder how it feels
Megastructure in the fields
Now you're talkin' out your neck stop lying
(Yeah, talkin' out your neck stop lying, yeah you motherf*cker)
Now they're telling me they found it
These f*ckers ain't about it
Plus they're out here licking white in the a.m.
(In the a.m. yeah, the a.m. yeah)
Had a dream about the bloody rags today
How'd you expect me to think about some ass today
Never gonna see this shit the same again
P-pick up the shovel dig the past today (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this bad shit on my mental, yeah
Gotta by the shit with no rental, yeah
Ketamine, the tranquilizer
Fentanyl, yeah
Trappin' out the intercontinental, yeah
Three bad bitches in my room, gotta viddy this (Yeah)
Three whole bars in my guts shit is hideous (Alright)
Imma show you all that new-new, what it really is
Last thing that you ever gonna hear, it'd be the prettiest, yeah
Strong marijuana, change my whole persona (Celine)
Yeah, sinkin' in the couch Triple Six Mafia now (Okay, what's it soundin' like)
Ritz Carlton
That's a coffin
You gonna get served now
Shit you don't understand now
Makes you feel like a ho, don't it
(Don't it, yeah)
Makes you feel like a ho now

Ay don't look at me, I'm not human
Ay don't look at me, I'm not human, yeah
Don't look at me, I'm not human, yeah
Don't look at me, I'm not human, yeah
Don't look at me, I'm not human
Don't look at me, I'm not human
Look at me I'm not human
Don't look at me I'm not
Yeah

Yeah
I just called up Avianne, yeah
I don't got no stylist, yeah
All my planes are private, yeah
Perkies on the private, yeah
We don't f*ck with Molly, yeah
We had to lay back on a pill, yeah
Might just f*ck your pain
I'm finna settle in your field
Yeah, slime little bitch I know you not real
I know you not real
Nah, nah, nah, yeah
People try my way like I'm so far away
Baby tryin' my way, looking so phony
Baby don't want me, baby that's alright
Yeah, yeah