Linguini Bros & poisoned & Coley Moley
Linguini Bros & poisoned & Coley Moley
Linguini Bros & poisoned & Coley Moley
poisoned
poisoned
poisoned
Linguini Bros & poisoned & Coley Moley
poisoned
poisoned
poisoned
poisoned
poisoned
After W4VEFORM listened to “Hurts” by Wavehi, he one, had a new favorite rapper, and most importantly, he was motivated to make a new song. That is what led to this song.
Not only that, but Gabe’s friend, “Cole,” and no, not Coley Moley, started noticing that Gabe would sometimes wear shoes that ha...
[Intro]
E-E-E-E-ESKRY
[Verse 1]
People think its money that I chase, that's not the case
I just want a base with my great taste, and that fire BMW drip
Got them Pumas, fighting 'em all, feeling like Sukuna
Everyone thinking a hero is Yuna Yuki, man, she stinks like dookie
Prolly fat, snacks on cookies
All these rappers be rookies
Everyone childish like this some Fortnite
No ones eyes can get a bite of this BMW drip
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got the BMW drip
Got the Puma, punchin' 'em all like Sukuna
BMW drip on my feet, man I'm elite
Got that BMW drip
[Verse 2: W4VEFORM]
Where's your plans? Man, you're wearing Vans
Lemme throw some hands
Yeah, I got lots of fans
I run lots of clans, may not be tan
But, I still wield a frying pan with some drip on my feet
No Jordans, no wardens
Just some BMW drip, bro
I got too much dough, that not even Joe can get this low
Just to inspect this drip
Lemme blip 'bout my drip
Shut yo' lip, get a grip on reality
You're filled with mortality, I only got formality
Throw hands? It's a freaking brutality
My raps got universality
People asking me "What's the legality?"
I said, "Depends on your vitality"
[Hook]
Yeah, I got the BMW drip
Got the Puma, punchin' 'em all like Sukuna
BMW drip on my feet, man, I'm elite
Got that BMW drip
[Verse 3]
This is the way that it goes
I'm the one that the label chose
You too crusty like some toes
What are those clothes? Not so much money, you froze
I strike a pose, all you do is gain some woes
Spraying bars with a hose
My rap glows, these bodies I gotta dispose, compose
Catching hands and bands
The label demands you make songs
Tell 'em you wanna do what you wanna do, man
You ain't know what I've been through
I ain't care 'bout you, don't care if you knew
But, your payment is due
Last verse healing your needs like a nurse
I don't curse, I don't steal any purse
I ain't speakin' cap, you gonna get a slap
If you decide not to clap
Don't even stay strapped, just get wrapped
Or, you'll be slapped
Man, I just rapped
Now lemme remind you 'bout my
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got the BMW drip
Got the Puma punchin' 'em all like Sukuna
BMW drip on my feet, man, I'm elite
Got that BMW drip
Yeah, I got the BMW drip
Got the Puma punchin' 'em all like Sukuna
BMW drip on my feet, man, I'm elite
Got that BMW drip