Farm in Belgium

Cortez:
Hearing deftones, i’m filled with adrenaline
Had a lot of shit to talk so i’m penning it
Almost retired but i’m on my shit again
Like my bitches head i’m always scoring 10/10
Fuck an ex bitch on igor shit like are we still friends?
Bitch i’d put you in the dirt first chance that i get
Tryna act like you was down but you finding dory
Swimming round them messages
Make me sick to my stomach spitting intestines
Living melancholic, haruhi suzumiya
Drop a bag with my bitch at a fucking pizzeria
Rappers talking shit but i never seem to hear it
Catch em in public like a sample bitch you better fucking clear it
Don’t have my license but i’m tryna steer
Clear of all the fuckery
I just need my bag and my bitch to come fuck with me
Like my bitches thighs in the summer she gon be stuck wit me
No three 6 boy you never touching me

Sor uh:
Boy i talk my shit got a lot, gotta light my spliff
Hittin heavy like my shots, aiming at some pussy bitch
Typing online, think he really on time to clear?
Boy u ain't fine got my ily aiming sights in here!
You been on some bitch made
Getup aim to flick, need some wrist aid
When i twitch they switch they setups
On that glitch trademark talk
Biting at my heels yall need to bitedown on some sidewalk
Curbin all yo shit demos
Servin only day ones, throwback to them days
When we were swervin in suburban hitting ollies at the station
Loading up on hi chews while they tried to take my image
But my talent dont apply to all these these pussies at they limit
Its a mimic stance u takin boy and i ain't even phased!
Got the same kick snare impaired and loopin all yo plays
Its so funny watching everybody try to hit me up
Boy u too worried bout connections, thats ur money divvied up
Shit

Cortez:
I need you right beside me now more than ever
It took so long to find me, i traveled stormy weather
Nows the perfect timing i never wanted to settle
Never seen the silver lining every chance it fell through
My bitch pretty like michiko, puffy hair like hatchin
Throw bills stripped with indigo, we can get it popping
She don’t like it slow like in a strelitzia proceed with caution
Pistil position hitting all the targets
I don’t care what you charging as long as she want it
This bitch worth more than a couple hundreds
Bound 2 thousand bitches ain’t nothing
Feel like igor chasing her no time i’m running
Out of fucking ways to verbally express myself
Fuck a couple bills when you’re my true wealth
Get a farm in belgium
Couple fucking animals on the field till we’re old