"Kompressor" lyrics
(feat. Larry June)
Uh huh
It's me
Who the fuck else
Squats
What a view, huh
What a fucking view
Shoulders
Back
What a fucking view
Neck
Legs
Legs
Always coming through
In other news pulling big bazookas out the bubble goose
Hunting for the troops
Wrap something to numb up my tooth
Wrap the rope around my waist, jump from the roof
As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom
Man, how you trying to be a thug in front of the moon, come on man
And how you trying to pull the rug up from under the goon, come on man
I'm backstage doing nunchucks
Straight from Queens, baby Baklava one love
Don't try to hit me with the fist bump dawg
I don't fuck with chipmunks
Acting like they shit don't stunk
Catching alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (that's a fucking sick dunk)
And when I sing Ginuwine songs these bitches go nuts (I'm so anxious)
Before forty, I'm trying to be ripped as fuck
I purchased dick sucks for forty bucks before
And that's a bargain if you ask me
I'm known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that's it
That's it
I need my motherfucking initials embroidered on every towel in this motherfucker
All Turkish cotton
Talk my shit
Aye aye aye
Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot
I'm Magnum, P.I. in this F8 whoop down but could've took the other drop
I'm looking at Alcatraz driving two miles per hour
Fix my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand
Stopped by the deli she on the call, it's gon' be an hour
I'm somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower
A four and a nickel in the stash spot when I slide
Fingerprinted safe, it's a camera when you look inside
I hopped out looking like Shaft, I'm a whole mood
I'm dozing off counting old hundreds in this vintage Coogi
My bitch got a Range she ain't drove since 2022
You fucked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie
My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I'm watching Tubi
Popping wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my Tumi
Recess lights in my garage bouncing off the paint
Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank, what's happening
[?], está fuego
Gracias, [?] gracias
Fucking fuego
Fire
Me gusta mucho está
Woo
It's me
Who the fuck else
Squats
What a view, huh
What a fucking view
Shoulders
Back
What a fucking view
Neck
Legs
Legs
Always coming through
In other news pulling big bazookas out the bubble goose
Hunting for the troops
Wrap something to numb up my tooth
Wrap the rope around my waist, jump from the roof
As it explodes into a pile of rubble and doom
Man, how you trying to be a thug in front of the moon, come on man
And how you trying to pull the rug up from under the goon, come on man
I'm backstage doing nunchucks
Straight from Queens, baby Baklava one love
Don't try to hit me with the fist bump dawg
I don't fuck with chipmunks
Acting like they shit don't stunk
Catching alleys off the backboard for a sicko dunk (that's a fucking sick dunk)
And when I sing Ginuwine songs these bitches go nuts (I'm so anxious)
Before forty, I'm trying to be ripped as fuck
I purchased dick sucks for forty bucks before
And that's a bargain if you ask me
I'm known for driving rare cars at fast speeds, that's it
That's it
I need my motherfucking initials embroidered on every towel in this motherfucker
All Turkish cotton
Talk my shit
Aye aye aye
Grab a bagel then I slide to my other spot
I'm Magnum, P.I. in this F8 whoop down but could've took the other drop
I'm looking at Alcatraz driving two miles per hour
Fix my hat, roll the window down, collect a couple thousand
Stopped by the deli she on the call, it's gon' be an hour
I'm somewhere out in Santa Cruz, hit the room, take a shower
A four and a nickel in the stash spot when I slide
Fingerprinted safe, it's a camera when you look inside
I hopped out looking like Shaft, I'm a whole mood
I'm dozing off counting old hundreds in this vintage Coogi
My bitch got a Range she ain't drove since 2022
You fucked up thinking you the prize, you a whole groupie
My kitchen got lights by Tom Dixon but I'm watching Tubi
Popping wheelies on my Zaskar, work in my Tumi
Recess lights in my garage bouncing off the paint
Dropped off some fresh game and slid straight to the bank, what's happening
[?], está fuego
Gracias, [?] gracias
Fucking fuego
Fire
Me gusta mucho está
Woo
