LANGOSTA

[Verse 1: Crimeapple]
Cozy in my skin, word to Andre tre-triple-O
You sacrificial sippin' Michelob, my piss Clicquot
Please don't talk to me about Sicko Mode
The game next to my dick under the mistletoe
Shoot, you touch a mic bro
They find your boots with a fishing pole
Y'all fishy business, witness peak performance, Porsches, I need all them
I bust the package open, I'm looking like Donnell Rawlings
Donell Jones, this ain't where I wanna be
But I'm dustin' off the digital scale if your ass callin' for more than three (Hello?)
My pricey sneaker looking orthopedic
Mantеca jackets on my heathens thanks to my old and trusty Korеan seamstress
Get off the penis and the testes, me and Benji besties
Your men are sketchy, I sketch all you see is flying colors come and test me
I dial seven digits to call Bridget, her man's a midget
I pull up in something she thought they put a engine in the [?] like I'm playin' cricket
She gon' let me kiss the biscuits, the young fly intrinsic
Optimistic, I brought a sword in and good fortune'll compliment it (Whoa)
And might still whip Accords, Aqua Teen Hunger Force
Master with the shake, I laughed the bastard put glass up to his face
I watched him break, he owed me ten and tried to gave me eight
Ay, playa I might send a [?] to your place, shit
I went from crack to crackin' lobsters, change fallin' out my joggers
Playin' hot tubs with cute piranhas who wanna eat through commas
[?] be quiet, chillin' in my brand new car fresh
Like God bless, I'm gettin' some ASMR neck (Whoa)

[Hook: Crimeapple]
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
I got every fuckin' kind
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you want?
Baby I got every fuckin' kind
Today I got some fuckin' time
You know what's on my fuckin' mind
What typa smoke do you want?
What typa smoke do you-