Etherized Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lu Haley]
I'm chilling sipping 7 Up
I need some luck, my 7's up
Hells down with Heavens up
I glow like the rising sun
So stick it up
I'm robbing when I'm chilling
Sicker stickerson
Beat it up, billy club
Heat it up, I'm really snug
Trillest nigga in the club
Snapback your ball cap
And make you put that fitted up
I had some anger, spit it up
Jazz had to hit me up
I'm rad, super sippy cup
And levitate them titties up
Kill that, a killer cuhh
I'm dressing all my dressers up with money
That your honey love
Groupies in the hooptie
Yall mad from the bunnies bug, I'm bugged out
Share so much love that I'm hugged out
I do this for my city, All City nigga what now
[Verse 2: Jazz]
Nigga what now, Champs
Cut from the cloth of dead awesome
Head lost in these tits like I was six
Walking through the mall pass the food court
No cash, no hot dog
And bitches wasn't checking for niggas with knockoffs
So I scrolled down the rack, spotted these ill sneakers
$150. What can I get for $23 cuhh?
A pair of socks, flip flops, and some sneak buff
I'm better off rocking these cheap cheaters
I'm gone in the ether
My raps is meat cleaver
Lead the freak leech skeezer to the desert with the creeps, leave her
Birds with the feathers and the beaks
Not when you broke, flock when you got cheese
Only if it's sex, fuck it if it's not free bitch
Cause Heather does whatever whenever I need shit
No officer, that isn't weed you're smelling, it's my balls
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Now get off them, there's often some swelling
I'm having trouble spelling cause my teacher's got a J-Lo ass
And I get a stiffy whenever she bends to pick me up a pencil when I drop it
I'm sorry it keeps slipping
I'm trynna spit my game
She keeps calling me a pipsqueak
Asked her out for lunch she said she'd rather eat the mystery
Meat, she's sweet, but fuck it she's out of luck
And I'm a kid but I'll destruct her for fucking with Teddy Ruxpin
[Verse 3: Jazz]
Kick bombs, rockets
I'm Tom in the pocket
My style they mock
I shine like gold lockets
Visions of filling venues and getting millions in profit
Fly as sky and there's no posers in my cockpit
My mom told me to see myself a winner
And when life hands you lemons you make dinner
So son keep your chin up
A threat to the veteran
I mingle the melody and I'm just a beginner
Never calm, I'm all up in the party
My homies driving, I'm on the bus to the party
I get up in the door like what up with the party
They clown me cause my gear wasn't up to par, G
Just separate myself from the plastic
I keep it chill, real still
Rap this magic
Madness, come get it through your head, I'm past sick, casket
I don't make hits I make classics
