Van Gar V - Predetermined (Pre Remix) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Van Gar V] Damn, sounds good don't it? Unknown hell-bound in a blue Toyota Foreign, soarin' like a flyin saucer, go tourin' to Dolan's for a McDouble I'm awesome Superbad, McLovin Take bong hits, hit the shed floor like Austin Yeo Lost in my flow, listen to myself quite often f** softenin' Sam, k**'em softly and we off then T H U G M A N S I O N, stab you with the muthaf**in' pen bruh Sip the muthaf**in' Hen' bruh Brush fires in my apartment, I smoke a whole tree alone Apart from reality, I'm in my zone and I rap better here Lap 6, the last one Better get better queer Gar V got a power up, bet you crash cause by banana peel Can you feel me? Can't feel me if you can't hear me, Gar V wants a turn up Wants your family to fear me, wants fan letters written to dear me f** that (watch your profanity) f** that too, I rock a party of one On occasion it's two, when I'm totin' my gun Unknown put some coke in my toke said he "did it for fun" He better run Nah, just joking I knew it Told him pack me another and I sat there and brewed it Always into somethin', always into sh** Blunts I make another and take another hit Sit back ripped, forty forties in my Jord' ones Bumpin 'Lord Pretty Flacko Jodeye' Thugz Mansion, we like loaded guns Now Sam, spit Show'em we the f**in' chosen ones [Verse 2: Samworth] When that beat comes in with that tat tat tat Samworth breaks off a piece and I'ma sling it like that Bottle sittin' on the table, I'ma slide that back Orange and yellow look so good I'ma rock that crack aha I'd Rather smoke the coke though And there's reasons why they say that our rap is cut throat When worth's on the track every bodies a no show Careful with your words or you'll be dead from a cokehold Didn't mean to say chokehold, everyone round here know that dope worth more than gold I told you once now I told you twice Worth's got heart attack juice low price 75.5, 10 Ritz mix it sip it Get it in ya can ya feel it Woah, my words gets slurry, the road I can't see its a little blurry Flow mixed up but spittin' them snow flurries You know I'm a rap man put you in a casket Bloaw bloaw bloaw chop them bodies in the basket Drop them off them off to g-ma She cook em up nasty Eat em up with trout fish she call that sh** tasty Yeah I'm a ba*tard product of alcohol Kinda funny since I was the youngest child Drunken liquor, I was pa**ed out In the back seat of that car I jumped out What are you thinking I have higher mental powers in this pencil A rap dispenser, a dream creator So suspenseful, I rap old school Watch me fade out like I am Kdot