SEPTEMBER (feat. Jae, Lil EZ, Kermode Zay & Rob Buck)

See you In Sept See you In Sept See you In September (September) Never forgetting it A brand new Ferrari, I sit in it A house on the lake, now I live in it Why am I swiping the credit card? Ain't never D'd I'm thinking it might be unlimited The Rolls came with curtains, still tinted it Know that I'm getting it I like to match up Dior with the Gucci I pull up all dry just to drip in it Told 'em that nothing gonna change me Yeah all of my haters going crazy I did it and no one can blame me More figures but I'm still the same me Everything hazy Hopped off the jet No Uber you know I hopped straight in Mercedes I wanted the bills to turn bluer But now I got all of the opps tryna raid me However you want That's how it's gonna be Fucking your bitch She fucking on me Louis on me Prada on me Bitches on me Water my tee She quitting on me Like Snoop Dogg She quitting the weed Tryna get to the gold on my teeth Rob making a house beat Know I pull up, know I pull up From the free throw Know I shoot up, know I make it You know I splash it in pong Like Curry from three I'mma splash brother like Klay Got bitches all over my johnson All over my johnson No Andrew Johnson I'll let Rob and Zay take over Because they rap like the days are over No Walking Dead Dunk on a Hodag Now he brain dead I'mma let Zay spit on you 'til you brain dead 'Til you brain dead Wish I had a Kwik Trip spicy chicken sandwich right now Every time a homie see Kermode Zay they be like wow He be ballin' Ring ring, the money calling Bling bling, got paper raining out the sky The money fallin' All around me, was lost looking for a direction Then the beat found me How you broke but always down to smoke That shit astound me Hate pulling up to Davies Just to see that there's a line R.I.P. to Dolph, but I got head when I was five Hate pulling up to a lecture baked Just to have a group discussion Shit got me ready to square up Like I'm a Russian in the UFC But I gotta keep it low key Can't let my classmates or professor know I'm tweaking off the THC So as I'm going home for break back in December Take a moment, step back and remember Got in a flow state here's the soul food Hope y'all prepared Now Fleau clearly the hottest out Eau Claire since Bon Iver (aye) Yeah it's Virgo gang on the beat I'm in turbo mode with your girl up in my sheets Tear it up and chop it down, slow Do the veggie roll I don't get too many downloads but that ain't never been the goal About to start another roll, call it joint discussion Smoke it feed your soul while the beat give you concussions Why your girl on me tryna give me hella suction? I'm untouchable like the Pincushion Man, I'm yoked like a Russian Eggs got max protein Choking on weed as I watch Ratatouille Feeling on her booty Can't afford no Louis Cheetah Piss so gooey Filmed a couple movies with your lady, she too groovy Spitting tongue typhoons, Blunt Bandit on the way Came a long way from the haikus Goddammit, why you in the way? I don't like you Sorry, let me rephrase that NAH I FUCKING HATE YOU! Just kidding, I kinda fucking like you Maybe love you, wait no I don't But what if I do? She always catch me looking like a fool Yeah her stare be so intense like a Yu-Gi-Oh! duel Got that Super Monkey flow, Technological Terror Turning down the bong, veggilogical error All the kush got me feeling like I'm Tow Mater, not the vegetable I'm ripping Cars two and I'mma see you later Seasons passing like we speeding through the left lane Coughing getting chest pain Boy we getting higher than the X-Games Got back to Eau Claire in September Hop back on some tracks once or twice Then went to Kwik Trip, stopped for some snacks Some nights went to bed, got up early for class Other nights went to Rob's, got vegged off my ass Now two months gone pass, and I'm going back to Tosa in November And this beat hard as fuck, shoutout Rob (who me?) Just might start a whole fire like an ember Might just smoke on four bowls then spit my verse Next morning I don't even remember What I said, and even when I'm vegging You pretending if you think that shit ain't so sick Smoke an ounce before each bar That mean each verse worth a whole brick And I mean it whole-hearted, we perfectionists Tryna flip the game on its head Like we was at the Capitol on the 6th, we insurrectionists So if there's correction, might push the album back to a later date Got about four hoes all up on me She joined the church of Latter-day Saints I'mma pray for you I'mma pray that you get off my dick Now let me smoke a J or two As I fuck your boo Yeah she love the way I move And I'm on the way to 'Potle Bump a lil Coldplay Take your bitch back to the crib for some foreplay Make her hit them high notes like Sol La Ti no Do Re Fuck her to some reggae Then kick her out the door ay yo I'mma out lift you, why you shouting? All you do is make shitty music for more clout and Buy followers you a scummy lil rodent Like the rat, just for the rhyme I mispronounced it Eating too much pussy yeah it's getting hard to count it You a clown, always looking for the next deposit Always smoking mids while I smoke my gas in ounces Song is about to end but the tape has yet to start, bitch Aye yo Thanks for listening to this lil hip-hop house fusion track Featuring Kermode Zay The homie Jae Lil EZ on that beat And Rob Buck Yuh yuh Lil outro piece right here aye yo Hope you enjoyed the meal Up next Some more soul food