Mylo Marks - Skywalk Lyrics

Turn my speakers up
I can't hear over these hunnid thots
Me and Bak in the lot off of twenty shots
F*ck the opps, they can rot, Arizona hot
All these thots on my jock tryna bomboclaat
Uh, better watch who you stepping to
Ladies tryna F
Man I feel like"Hugh Heffner two"
Boutta make my own magazine
Every step she take, make it shake
Like a trampoline
Leave 'em deceased
'Cause I'm drop dead gorgeous
Skywalk the beat
I just copped new forces
Bon Appétit
Run the cheese, all courses
Cops come, we leave
I don't rock no orange
Woah, kush looking like the color wheel
Love a little instrumental with a summer feel
Beat it up, 'til her butt on banana peel
Ha-ha, all bruised up
My new stuff is harder than looking straight at Medusa
I don't owe you, I'm straight chillin with my gouda
It's hard to not flex
I got a God complex
Stunt all you want little cunt
You are not next
Levels to this shit, you are not in the contest
Don't front, you a runt, in a box called"unwanted"
Devil when I spit
When I drop, watch you plummet
The game is a mountain, I stay on the summit
Add, do the math, it's a fact that I run it
Megablast raps
When I slap, give concussions
Hold to your caps
I'ma blast an eruption
Hate and get mad
Why you acting Joe Budden, ah
10 toes, and I'm 20 up
Arizona and we coming up
Pass the rock, I'ma run it up
Shooters shoot
Swishing on the buzz
Leave 'em deceased
'Cause I'm drop dead gorgeous
Skywalk the beat
I just copped new forces
Bon Appétit
Run the cheese, all courses
Cops come, we leave
I don't rock no orange