[Lyric] Dart. (Redek)

[Hook]
We go
Skate to the park
Playing ball after dark
Let it spark
Brodie you hang with them narcs
Better dart
Ain’t no part
In this art
You won’t choke on this rope
Nah my blade stay sharp
Ya

Smoke down lala
Feel my palms
This shit slap
Like the truth drop bombs
Homie I hit the wall
With my brain on call
When I fall call the medic
Staying up smoking strong
[Verse]
Get a fat bag
Split that shit in a half
Smoke it down with you
And fall on our ass
And her ass mad phat
Smack the pavement made the desert shake
Pussy detonate
We got high and she fed me grapes
Smoke the stress away
Got a test today
Ugh
Ya
Blow my brain out
It gеt rained out
Imma have a field day with your lamе style
He got tagged at the playground
Brodie went his way ya he hang but he bang now
I ain’t go the same route
Working at this day job
Hope this shit don’t take long
Tell me what the word is
I was looking mad nervous on the surface
But I’m cool to pull the curtain
Ain’t no shit for certain
Praying that it’s worth it
Ya homie I’ve been working
I’m up late
Ya my head been turning
Your shit don’t concern him
Ya
You look mad broke selling reposts
Yo
You hit 1k
Homie that’s great!
But ain’t nobody show up to your shows when you play
All your shit lame
Trying to get away
But I can’t get a way
Trying to hype up the state but you talking all that fake shit
[Hook]
We go
Skate to the park
Playing ball after dark
Let it spark
Brodie you hang with them narcs
Better dart
Ain’t no part
In this art
You won’t choke on this rope
Nah my blade stay sharp

Smoke down lala
Feel my palms
This shit slap
Like the truth drop bombs
Homie I hit the wall
With my brain on call
When I fall call the medic
Staying up smoking strong

[Bridge]
I hate myself
But love you
You say that that can’t be true but
Aye
I would do a big stunt just to get to you
And I’m feeling quite stuck in this mood
I hate myself
But love you
You say that that can’t be true but
(Yo)
I would do a big stunt just to get to you
And I’m feeling quite stuck in this mood

You look mad broke selling repost!
You look mad broke selling Bleep to the homies
Ya

[Verse]
Sticky flows
And sticky dro
She lick me slow
My shit gritty like a mascot
I’m grinning low
And hitting dro
Feed me drugs like a lab rat
Shorty ass Mad fat
Get a fat bag
Use your tape to wipe my ass crack
Imma ransack
Through the street bring the trash bags
Brodie I’m the truth
You just lie bout what you do
Ya you rap bout them guns but we know you ain’t shoot
Imma take him for his loot
Flexing belts on your loop
But got holes in your shoes
In your flows
In your group
All your hoes
Looking gross
But homie good for you
You look like you need some help
All your flows came from somewhere else
For all the times I failed homie imma give em hell
Ya I got body bags
For these copy cats
Zona where you find me at
High as fuck writing raps
Rolling
Ugh Ya
I’m rolling
Ugh ya
Ghost it
Ugh ya
I wrote it

My hands go numb
It’s all bout you
I can’t keep up
I’m falling through

I’m in the trench
We’re overdue
My head come loose
Shorty I won’t lose

[Outro]
Love is a lot of awkward timing
Feel like the map always play the bias
We could build us a fat alliance
Get high and watch the time go by us
Better bring out the wood tiger
Smoke it down and inhale the fire
Been smoking since a fucking minor
Black lungs cop new attire

Ayee