PNTHN – ​limbo lyrics

[Verse 1: Kenny Casanova]
Ok yuh
Shawty want my time I make that ho pay up
Balmain on my denim bitches throats stained blue
Try me if u dare u know dem drugs ain't coo
Nigga steady chief
Make tha blunt achoo
A nigga tryna eat
Makes a gun ack a fool
Yall cap on my neighbors
Yall cap for sum bitches
Alstott all tha haters
Kobe on tha lakers
W tha afro
Bitch dats gulfwey turn to castro
She like foreplay silk so cozy I might pass out bfore I smash it
Kissin rozay wrist a roley when it sparkle eyes is clappin
Don't make light of what u couldn’t imagine
Put a lil spice in tha fit n I'm dashin
They said he wasn't right when he talk about magic
But he spendin every night wit his third eye thrashin

[Chorus: yd]
Wake up in ya head dream life
But ya dead cash Kings
Ain't pay da feds watchu mean
I go green wit my Kush don't
Push me
Life ain what it could be
Ya bitch I'm stanced out
No hands out
This shit ain't E

[Verse 2: dc4prez]
Bet a nigga still get caught wit it
Mj pocket it
Bitch i’m hoggin it
Why do that boy keep stallin it
Bitch i’m long winded
Boy get gone wit it
Ion’t share the floor put a dent wit guitar
Nigga b appalled tryna switch bring applause
Finna make amends wit my pen then i’m on
Know they tryna see a nigga bend through a song
Bend we don’t break tell that shit to my brain
Spent a whole summer tryna get out my grave
When a bitch throw shade ima menace ho caine
Walk wit a limp livin minimum wage
Bitch i’m a pimp real big dawg
Walk in this bitch get rinsed off
Domino effect in this shit show
Boi I just bend like neo this limbo

[Verse 3: twohorizonra]
Rush Limbaugh in this limbo
Get low off wit his head then I’m serving up bistro
Uh
Middle finger to yo district
Disco
Dance on the graves of them pigs sellin distro
Coulda bought a lambo
Work wit my hands Hoe
I been grillin up in this heat desert camo
On the back of camel
Skills you can’t handle
M16 nigga feel like Rambo, bitch
Naughty off forward thought
Brodie taught get the guap
Riled off pot stickin omens wit the sawed off
If he lost send him off
Nigga gon drown in sauce
Saber to the back walk the plank
Till it’s broken off
Nigga wowed off the dank gettin throwed off
Got the scar on my face Shanks no loss
Really shoulda gave thanks to ma ode boss
Basquiat flow get me paid when my role called

[Chorus: yd]

[Verse 4: Gulfwey]
Sky don’t rain on me now
Bitch won’t flake on me now
Boy I’m the cream of the crop
Exes droppin babies on me now
I be droppin raisins in they mouth
Dat ho do bout anything for some clout
Till she learned the clegy from the south
Take this blood and don’t you spit it out
I can see yo demons let em out