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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rockout Danny
Rockout Danny
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel L Togba
Daniel L Togba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rockout Danny
Rockout Danny
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

A robot, he's not really Sonic It doesn't matter that he's a robot He's still operating completely through all of Sonic's thoughts Tae my twin, that's been my twin since like the 'K We stay out the way, but if somethin' happen, bendin' that same day I wake up and smoke a eighth, so high, I thought that shit was laced I told Mar, "We up", and I told sleepy ass, "Boy, just you wait" (splat) I ain't graduate, I chose to hit the block and sell a pound Used to hate the kid, I'm over they lil' ass, look at me now They locked Seventeen, so now it's me and Chop tryna hold it down Hotbox the whip and beat they block If they want smoke, let's air it out (let's air it out) Mix the Muha with the Rick, you know that type shit get me lit Danny, J just hit my phone, "Let's fly you out and take a trip" They gon' know who in this Civic when we slide without no tints 400k, I can't wait 'til I touch but lil' Splat know that's his Beat the block then fuck shit up, then spin again, and spin again I'm out the way, but if Tae make that call, I'm right back in the whip It's gon' be belt to ass, I found the bulls who tried to rob my mans Opps tryna chat, they in the trenches, and I'm wit' GX in the Lamb' Don't crash out on no bag, yo' dumbass for to need a lawyer Bro had caught that body in the 'Raq, then went to Minnesota I told Mar, "Just hit me up," and they told me, "We know that" I take that puff of Indica and start to feel like BoJack One, two, three, four Five, six, seven, eight If you fuck with me, come fuck with me, I don't got time to waste Smoke them back to back, G rollin' up, might cop another eighth Since the K, it's been me, Lil Day Ray, and my, and my brother Tae (thoughts) Tae my twin, that's been my twin since like the 'K We stay out the way, but if somethin' happen, bendin' that same day I wake up and smoke a eighth, so high, I thought that shit was laced I told Mar, "We up", and I told sleepy ass, "Boy, just you wait"
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