Lyrics Shimmy - Mondo the Moonrock

Fish, fish

Look over shoulders of overlords
O's like it's Baltimore
I never speak a bitch's name, treat her like she Voldemort
Why he talkin W's? I don't think he know the score
He don't got no capital, then why he wanna go to war?
Slide me the cat, I make the mattress glide
I'm on my Project Pat, static, we have to ride
If you got the nuts to pull it, better lock eyes with me
I keep a fuckboy shooken from the afterlife
Pimp slap rappers with my dominant hand
Use eye contact when you talk to a man
The moon rise as I watch from the sand
The knots on me, so she suck it through the zipper, I ain't droppin' my pants
I'm on the cordless like, can you afford this?
What's a shortage like, man is it torture?
Is it more to life than livin' normal?
I think so, I don't really mix well with people

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don't got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I'm parked in the rain
Like, "please don't let 12 roll on me"
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don't got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I'm parked in the rain
Like, "please don't let 12 roll on me"

I'm in the ATL now, I might just fuck a Hawk's wife
Raw white, pinky dip in, drop it in her jawline
All right, dissolved sight
Still I see the green lights
First you see the sheep flock, then you see the fee rise
Break a, break a bitch, breakin laws, breakin seals
Hoes tryna trap me, I don't even got a label deal
Still gettin chills every time I see a
All that makeup and she still gettin' facefucked
I walked in through the back, they never caught me in the act
Lone wolf, I never wander in a pack
I dropped it on a bag then dropped it off and got it back
Ain't your dog, that's an officer
Don't think it's sweet because you never saw him with a badge
Knock 4 times, give a code word
10-West, let the roof tilt while I soul search
Eastside, I got what you want, I'm at the Kroger
Italian fabric splattered with that California odor

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don't got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I'm parked in the rain
Like, "please don't let 12 roll on me"
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don't got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I'm parked in the rain
Like, "please don't let 12 roll on me"