Daniel Son (MC) - Flash Compressors lyrics

Daniel Son - Flash Compressors [Verse 1] Load the track, let me go attack They know it's crack Funny thing is I been holdin back From the ave to the cul-de-sac War vet with the badges on the shoulder pads Know the facts Rule 1: never talk with the officers Undercovers on the rooftop with binoculars (I see you) Try knockin us, catch us doing f**in work Thinkin bout it makes my stomach hurt What's the word? f** you talkin about I ain't come to talk it out Need a million dollars before I let a hostage out Stash the cheddar Ralph tag the sweater My girl's DD's stash Beretta's Flash compressor I'll take the product but the cash is better I pa** the test when I crash the Tesla I'm the mad professor Off the Heineken Product we providin it On top of the supplier While his daughter plays the violin (sounds good) [Hook x2] Live again with the dope that's inside the stem Drive the Benz, the window tint 5 percent Die to win, my people drop timeless gems From TO to UK how far the crime extends [Verse 2] Courtside, got the residency Lo Sport, sh** never is cheap Got bread for the team With the vision that you never could see Don't say a word let the evidence speak It's for the reverend to preach Lift a finger, get the room service Pull a tree, make the roots surface In the coupe searchin (for what?) For the zombies who be tryin to make a new purchase I'm the truth, and the truth hurt em New fire got the roof burnin Leave the spot with 2 virgins Light the blunt, swervin in the blue German That's a Volkswagen Your girl the co-captain f** a 9-to-5 I'm tryin to go platinum It could work First I roll a spliff full of purp I get lifted while I'm sittin in church It gets worse Your girl's lipstick on my shirt The pen waves It was a gift from the curse This was a gift from the Kurse [Hook x2]