Linguine Limbs

[Intro: Black Josh]
Tequila and white, I'm ease with the pint
Fiends on the line, as cheap as you like
I see it and buy, Adidas and Nike
Cleavers and knives, I needed a slice
Feed me the pie, I'm greedy alike
I dreaming alive, sleep on your guys
Open my eyes, awoken my mind
I spoke from my mind, I won't tell a lie

[Verse 1: Black Josh]
Wait
She wanna F with my crew that's the sweg co
Pepé Le Pew yeah we get skunked
Bloody murder that's red rum
Drank away my sorrows yeah I get drunk
Still sagging with a Henny bottle with a Fendi model on my
Courvoisier you be getting bottles like I'm ? don't get a
Punk rocker with some tartan on looking like I'm Scottish in the rave
Drinking whiskey and it's nearly half gone bout to get a hottie to my place
Devil Gang we're Spartans on a field but we wanna flip 300K
Made me rock make me suffocate, please do not resuscitate

[Hook: Nah Eeto]

[Verse 2: Milkavelli]
I'm in a motor this shits a Rover, without the Range
We're getting closer we're getting closer, still outta range
Tell her come over bring me the [?] I'm bout' to faint
Yeah I'm the milkman check the lid man never out of date, like
Got pull this sober bit of yola[?] you cheeky thing
I need it slower popped a soma[?] now it's creeping in
On the sofa, think I'm the sofa, Linguine Limbs like my older
You hear that car beaming off, I'm not the owner
Grew up at number eight, I'm with three girls that's a double date
Yeah, I own two of a runaway, stuck in my ways yeah I love to hate
This some shit I thought up, bare ice I need to warm up
Told her sorry didn't call back, baby girl I was caught up
Imma splash in the Ford truck, chat shit get bored up
Big peach when I pour up, big peach when I pour up
Like ehh ugh
Home from America, I'm doing post like the editor
Ferragamo messenger bag, yeah, I shot the messenger

[Hook: Nah Eeto]