Lyrics YEY! Freeverse - Chris Ash

Gorbachev, I'm tearing down these walls bitch
Middle finger flipped up in the halls bitch
So much swag I'm hated by the mall kids
Random burst of energy, What caused it
Certainly not speed, I mean I'm heavy off the weed
Envy, Pockets be full of green but the sin I be is greed
I succeed, Not to impede on a lead but a steed just full of speed
She got that wood in her mouth like a reed
She said don't pull her hair, she rockin' a weave
Bae please, get up out my bed b
Send your teen friend in please
Fuck a real bitch in ten speeds
Always hard, never gently
Only thing I kills been beats
Lyrics so breathtaking that they wind me
I'm a walking record, Bitch, Spin me
Always been friendly, Fuckbois try to end me
No more mister nice guy, Yeah dude, Nice try
And I just brought a chopper to a fuckin' knife fight
Chris Ash got a mind like Einstein, Fine rhymes
Get a rope of watches, Lay it out and show my timeline
Combine lines and prime my mind to wine and dine with the finest dime, A ride or die
Ride by my side, Slide by the thighs
Try to find a sign that she will fly for life
I've been workin' that myself
Man I wrote this rap myself
Killin' tracks all by myself
Brought it back all by myself
Drink till last call by myself
Now I run it by myself
Now she want me to herself
Keep your damn hands to yourself
When I'm bustin' out this cell
Phone keep ringin' like a bell
Tell me what's that funky smell
Check what's rolled inside the rell
Rollin' deep just like Adelle
Crew just hangin' like rappel
Keep my hands clean like Purrell
Dream of Zooey Deschanel
I got that wasabi flow, Got me cocky, My posse go
Hard as Itachi, Go kamikaze, Blow up, Go Ozzy
I've got these nuclear bombs and I'm plannin' on droppin' 'em
Rappers talkin' bout ice'n I'm plannin' on toppin' 'em
Use your song to put my blunt out
Ash on the track bitch
Spend a half grand just to re-up on my sack bitch
Momma steady trippin', Said I got a bad habit
Said Mom calm down, Just hit a fuckin' dab chick
Now she chillin' with us, Takin' pictures, Don't post that
Walk outside, You can smell where we post at
Tell my homie chill out askin' where the fuckin' coke at
Pass him a g, Put it in your pipe and smoke that
On Mary Jane so much that Spidey got pissed
Ran outta rellos so we finna take a bong rip
Find two cones, bitch you know I'm on that Raw shit
Neil in the crib like, Bruh, what you call this
I don't know some good shit, Stop talkin', Pass that
Cops pull us over, Bruh, We gotta hide the half bag
Turn to his bitch, Tell her hide it in your asscrack
Green got us geeking, Got the room like a laugh track
Back at the crib, Still gonna smoke alone
Gotta light a couple candles, Girl gets home
Chain smoke blunts till the crew all blown
Roll two more then I take 'em to the dome
Just to get my mind right, Mind right
Gotta get my time right, Time right
Doin' what I can to get to the limelight, limelight
Might light a Strawberry Swisher
Livin' on the edge just to see the bigger picture
And a ginger in positions most the rappers couldn't mention or envision
Rap precision, Masochism, Cause I love the pain
I love the game
Regardless of the fairness compare this to the radio shit
On my play me hoe, shit, hatin' though bitch
Tell me I'm whack but they don't know shit
Had to come up on a check to get the shit straight
Want a new car with a double wide intake
Fuck who don't like when I write, Am I right
Still I try feet first and I'm in it been a symbol of a gentle motherfucker turned wild by this sick shit