approaching stop motion (feat. Sukhleen)

Uh

I have nothing else to do but whistle
What the fuck do I do over this Rome
Romey-Romey-Romeeeee
Uh
Fuck shopping, the Office is dripping off us
Cuz Seby Saw visions popping now we flaunting and we get it for free
Shoutout to Tyler for boasting and showing how it could be
I'm coasting, floating, emotions ghosting like smoke from a tree
Approaching stop motion I vomit these Oxys in doses
Pocket of chronic and roses screaming cuz I know we won't be
I'm feinding-scheming-to-see-this-fetus-defeated
Facetious-fits-of-a-demon-got-me-tweaking-now-my-semen-lonely
Phone me, hold me, scold me, if only
UH
Show-you the ropes on the shit
Flow doper than mojo
Probe going in, scope all my ends, no joke
Pope on the mend, flame throwing when soft folk
Name dropping me, fake talk is free, I want
Cochaella checks, coat checking chicks, I roll
Kaleidoscope, collide and cope, narcos
Gold frontal lobe, soak to her to toes, strobe lights
Blow 100 folds, in a night, soho
Shopping
She's flaunting to audience popping like a gogo
Dancer, I romanced her with my stanzas down on Ludlow
Fuck slow, coco, throat grope, gunning
Rose gold toe ring smoking sucking
Huh
Cuz I'm the dude who fucking vomit on the mic
Unload a full clip pull my fucking trig when I rhyme
Full of shit child-like
Pulling clips till the light, ayy
Burns my fingers down and dirty pulling splinters out my mind
Cuz I think im a mother fucking rapper
Look what happened, "crib days", no pay, Avery straight trapping
Never looking back then
Everything trash man
Everything cash man
Dummy kicking back and

Gimme a second I'm gonna finishing fucking wrecking this shit
Freestyle irrelevant, just for fucking heck of it
Do it, fuck it
Could see my fucking breath in a 100 degree weather cuz I know dead
Bitch, I don't care anyways
Come through Dummy, come through
You can come in now
(Hahah)
I'm gonna keep that in the take, and all this in the take
And it's gonna be the end of the take, and it's gonna be hot