Shifty

[Chorus: Lil Cargon]
The mascot on a shifty
In the bonfire is way too much litty
My mama sells the hoops on a mini
Somebody in charge of an indie
Games like they had it Kickstarter
Make your life darker
Get the superchargers
Fight the wars without armor

[Verse 1: Lil Cargon]
Lips so big it be high kissin’
Hard than a rock from a tippin’
I make a frame of ya by Lil Dylan
I could sell my Xboxes and make a million
Hawaii coconuts in a tropical breeze
The freestone away from their G’s
I’m always in the porch high sayin’ where the keys
Be sitting’ and beggin’ a lot in my knees
No menace of trickery
Better stop that bickerin’
There no thing for considerin’
Dad has to community service for litterin’
Mama, he dimmy
The Val vids are cringey
Have to ride for a kitty
Free from the hoe’s lil titties

[Chorus: Lil Cargon & Roid}
The mascot on a shifty
In the bonfire is way too much litty
My mama sells the hoops on a mini
Somebody in charge of an indie
Album coming really soon
More sooner than the moon
I get the Lamborghini, I get the Coupe
Fuck the dumber ones you’d call a noob
(Roidvert)

[Verse 2 : Roid}
Harley jacket wet as well as my rollie
Ain’t the soccer league but he’s a better goalie
Me and the gang are out for the bowline
Shape shift a cigar like he is molten
Ask Roid somewhat personal
Turbulence, but inside the terminal
Send me a copy for Germinal
G’s on an account bigger than urinals
If you wanna piss
Do it in a bucket of cliques
Put a new Patek in my platinum wrist
I’m the hoarders and you the galactic bitch
From Darth Vader’s presence
You know no Star Wars reference
I use a saber so cool than lethal weapons
Praise the lord to all the legends

[Chorus: Lil Cargon]
The mascot on a shifty
In the bonfire is way too much litty
My mama sells the hoops on a mini
Somebody in charge of an indie

[Verse 3: Lil Cargon]
Grab me another mili
Thank your boss, the guy Joey Billie's
Me and my dawg goes on pretty silly
Gimme the sauce, gravy, and the hot chili
Godamnit, I can’t trade sugar bikkies
I got your bitch all tricky
So shaped as droppings’, it’s all bullshitty
Too many of you, that’s real gritty

[Chorus: Lil Cargon]
The mascot on a shifty
In the bonfire is way too much litty
My mama sells the hoops on a mini
Somebody in charge of an indie
Plastic on molten on my soul
I had them in a train full of coal
Smoking teals on my tube as a whole
This song ought to break the mold