Earl Sweatshirt - Pre lyrics

[Verse 1: SK Laflare] Baby girl, what you want to do? Hop in this 'Cedes girl She like where we going to A new life, new world Pop that molly, we hard-body Glocks hot as Kemosabe He said that he wanted beef So we fed him hollows and got it popping Fear and ego is the enemy You ain't got to pretend with me. I need the wool, I'mma skin the sheep And take the bull, skin it to the meat You full of sh**, we in too deep I do this, she knew the deet Like two feet, Flare two time sponsored links She wanna kick it like Bruce Lee Brought you in, I'll take you out Ball like Tim then I weighed it out It's no work, we sling through droughts The life of me, I'm just hanging out Don't get comfortable and lay on the couch I don't wanna see your a** laying down Pop that p**y, twerk some Cause most of these b**hes work for nothing Paid your dues, while you're Paid In Full I can't wait to win, you wait to lose Your mind of a failure, hate rules When you settle for what you hate to do I go the extra mile, I'm with the extras Extended clips shoot through your necklace Leave you breathless, that tec is restless Cause All My Children need the best, b**h I need that Rothschild money, the top is sunny I seen the light, and you blocked it from me But I found my way to the top, I'm coming Cause I smack that ba** like a rockstar drummer [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] I'm a problem to n***as Pop artillery, the carbonates with him Starving to hit 'em, spar with a n***a Just watch, I'mma k** 'em all in a minute It's the ticket-dodging aristocrat New b**h, whip with the system slaps Mister slide in and skimp the sack n***a hit the function with a pick and ax My n***a miss me with the bullsh** Right here, right ear got a Pesto blunt Why that sh** got a young n***a Velcro stuck Why your b**h go down when the cess go up Hard as arm services, y'all might have heard of him Escobarbarian, best call the lawyers up Bruh, the broad Aryan, know the squad loiterers Not with the grain and these b**h n***as' wishes Dealt with addiction, fell for the b**h with the Pale bu*ter skin who just packed up and dipped In the land of the rent-less, stand with my chips In a stack and a grin, f** 'em