SEX MACHINE (feat. Kermode Zay & Rob Buck)

(Who am I?) He doesn't know Just how I feel He doesn't know Just how I feel You would think we from the South, this track will fuel your soul That flow coming from Eau Claire's got you losing control Watch me turn this shit around when the money gets slow My flow cold like the climate when you get to the poles I'm stepping on this track Like it's my new insoles New kicks, new whip Yeah I'm in those Nudes sent on the new whip New shit Just came In-From-Out of Cali And we smoking out the windows Got your girl in a Mini Cooper giving me top And I just pulled up to Kwik Trip, think I hit the jackpot But if Rob call late night talking 'bout, "I got a new track" I'm gon' deliver like a pizza shop They ask me if I'm new to this I don't do it a lot But rapping just a rollercoaster Get high and wait for the drop It's no toppin' the shit that I be dropping on the regular Hottest rapper on the planet of the nebula I summon Blue-Eyes White Dragon deez nuts all over your chins While I'm eating Leann Chin Straight from Bloomington I be sitting in the bin Like I'm living in Great Britain Yeah I'm vegging off the reggie While I cook beats in the kitchen Quit your bitching Your mother built like chicken tendies Catch me Kwik Trippin' down Water Street While your girl is kissing And slipping And fiending for my chicken While my chicken sammie's getting cold Sitting on the table over there Yeah the kush got me feeling like I'm Helen Keller I woke up today, felt like I was living in the movie Interstellar My brain is feeling like it's trapped inside a prison cellar with a dementor Yeah I'm a director The way you fiend for more is such a clown ass story Off a bean at the Bean in Chicago Look at me, Aroma tee, she in my room like Trivago She won the lotto Catch me mashing avocados at Chipotle with my squad hoe Back in elementary school I was a role model SIKE! I wasn't a little shit though Smoking doobies out the Subaru window Did you know? I'm from fucking South Korea (That's so crazy bro!) Straight from Seoul Did you know? That's the fucking capital (No way! No way!) Yeah my bedroom is feeling like it's hogwarts We getting magical Get up, ah Get on up Get up, ah Get on up Stay on the scene Get on up Like a sex machine Get on up Get up, ah Get on up Get up, ah Get on up Stay on the scene Get on up I'm like a sex machine Get on, get on, get on, get on, get on up Sometimes I think like I ain't got nothing to write about Sitting at the paper, inspiration don't wanna come out Pops told me be a man, you ain't got nothing to cry about Maybe he was right, I fight like Tyson in the title bout To grab a hold of your ears And bite a piece of a this game for now Then just keep doing it for many years and many more to come Flow pure like a catholic nun Like I'm D. Rose back on the Bulls Zay the number one Money at the ceiling like a Christmas tree that's too big Can't fit these stacks up in my pockets 'cause they too big I tried to give it to your sister but you get the picture This life the book of Isaiah, she love to study scripture They gon' write stories 'bout me like the Zay they call the prophet Can't lead you to the Messiah, but I can get that profit And if you think that money shrinking, well then it's the opposite I don't know where I'm going, but I know they ain't gon' stop it I summon Blue-Eyes White Draggin' deez nuts all over your chins While I'm eating Leann Chin Straight from Bloomington I be sitting in the bin Like I'm living in Great Britain Yeah I'm vegging off the reggie While I cook beats in the kitchen Quit your bitching Your mother built like chicken tendies Catch me Kwik Trippin' down Water Street While your girl is kissing And slipping And fiending for my chicken While my chicken sammie's getting cold Sitting on the table over there