Rocket Cartel - Five lyrics

[Verse 1: Pyrex French] Kush so loud, leave you comatose and horrified HP Nugcraft smokin' on that do or die Doors committin' suicide, Kurt Cobain on neon rides Attract your b**h to my ride like she's p**y magnified Y'all spittin' mad illiterate, I brought two kinds of sh** Like I would buy it from you, stranger I was born with it Stackin' up cream to support my habits Comas off lean while you wish you had it Fillmore warrior smashin' on these college kids Make you the sidewalk, represent the Ellis Kids Incompetence will have you lookin' like Charleston Think nothing of it, I'm steady slingin' on Larkin Keep it crazy in the trunk like O'Farrell Spittin' lugs out my nuts, know I'm street feral My brains blew like Merrill, know I supply the teams Foul slangin', Matt Ryan budget, I got good cream [Hook x2] Rollin' on the 5, finger on the trigger Know I'm on the grind til I hit 11 figures Grippin' woodgrain, figure 8s on the asphalt Sideways infinity, grape in the stash drawer [Verse 2: Will Money] Desert fulla windmills, sh**'s so pastoral b**h rock a s**y little thing in some coral Movin' so fast it's like I opened up a portal Feelin' like the god of d**h, immoral immortal Always stay poised waitin' for the camera to click Livin' life and makin' yours look as amateur as sh** Hand on the stick-shift, she enamored with my dick Pull it over and show her I'm the commander of the clit Fashion plate chick like a mannequin with hips Stay relatable but I ain't panderin' to sh** Them pies you tryna bake don't hold a candle to my bricks Rocket Cartel, we the California kings She said she got that good, I'm like "Can you be more specific?" We finna take a walk, dip our sandals in the Pacific Haters need to stop and just let me handle my business Magnificent ba*tard in the Fillmore or the Mission [Verse 3: Will Money] Sippin' 'gnac out a bottle look like a stegosaurus Born just after Easter, I put all my eggs in Taurus co*k of the walk, top of the pecking order Grab turkey bags from Arcata and ship 'em direct to Florida She got a dude but they incommunicado And we cruisin' through Chicago in a new Murcielago That p**y tastin' sweeter than a caramel macchiato I'mma take her to Key Largo and then split her like Tiago Hit her with the Claymore, spillin' Ardbeg out the bottle We be f**in', dodgin' rangers up on top of Mount Diablo Got more gold than El Dorado, San Francisco Coronado Lickin' on that cherry pink, that's that Perez Prado [Hook x2]