SKILIFT FRESTYLE

[Part 1]
[Verse 1: Fly Velo]
Like Chris Travis having pizza and codeine
This bitch sippin lean
This bitch really don't understand what I mean
I mean
I may be a feind
Putting work up in them streets I make sure that my money clean
Shawty talking crazy why she all up over me
I'm balling just like Magic putting one up for my team

Crashing out on the ski bus
I get no huzz
This shit really give me no buzz
Brain fuzz
Talking with my cuz
I fucking hate Nut
Shit its been a month
Catch me booling in the trap all I'm doing smoking Runtz
Fuck Nut

[Verse 2: Kiyarts]
All these chains on feel like Django
That lil a bitch snake yeah ima call her Rango
Naked bitches in my room turn this shit Bang Bros
My bitches pussy bald said she looking like Fantano

With Ray Sosa in this bitch so ima semi on em
Made this beat 2 years ago and you see me rapping on it
Pat was going 60 down the slopes and Nitz was laughing at him
Chuzz they grabbed the table right across they didn't look at Johnny

Shit I ain't ate waffle yeah it's been a minute
Saw Grimm on the slopes was with his Uncle they were fucking sinning
Skiing with some chuzz id rather put it to my brain and spill it
Just ran up the slopes and now we all up in cabin chillin

We saw Moon shadow was closed and grabbed some Moonshine
That shit is reserved for Grimm that boy don't care bout no sign
The society's just like a mafia but I ain't talking Shoreline
Lil Tom forgot his pants and now we see the boy cry

[Part 2]
[Verse 1: Pawn Solo]
Yo im riding the lift with snow all over the place
I look down and see that Ski Patrol in a chase
See a dude eat it yard sale
Shit was wild
Skis went everywhere and his goggles lost for a mile

Bombing down the hill when my stomach starts to growl
Feel like I gotta shit because I can feel my fucking bowels
But not going would feel wrong like a crime
But Johnny has other plans and says It's waffle time

He saying he going broke and that he don't got no money
Make him pay for me anyway because I think that shits funny

[Verse 2: Ray Sosa]
Carving through the powder I'm breaking from the pack
Every turns my call
No one sees me fall
Chatter in my ear
Can't wait to start this year
Independence is the run
Independence has begun

Wind in my face don't need no ski mask
Boutta rip Mardi Gras I don't got a ski pass
Me and Philly on the slopes we botta go real fast
I call up Carter G but he didn't wanna make tracks

[Verse 3: Dunkin Vinyl]
Ayo

The boys and I run these fucking slopes
Red Bulls stashed in the pockets of our coats
Best skiers on the east coast
Japan wait but we too broke

Me and Nitsche proceed like we're Lindsey Vonn
Measure our speed, gotta throw us on the autobahn
Grimm in the trees, even though that shit be haram
Ski patrol on his ass like he's Saddam

Don't worry Grimm always finds the pow
Never take his ass to a hill that's plowed
Grimm goes around the man-made piss
Gianna take off his pants, his Choppa won't miss

Nitsche throw Apple in the moguls
His crash out, very Luke Vokel
I can keep going for you know for miles
But this just a simple ski lift freestyle