Lyrics Blackened Salmon - Since99

Damn Jake Sand

Balaclava, you ain't seeing my face
Your accusations got you caught with a case
A plate of blackened salmon, taking a taste
I fuck a check up hella quick, I don't haste
This shit no race
Bitch, I'ma move at my own pace
Got LV slides, I don't need a lace
You so washed up, walking with a brace
Designer belt wrapped around my waist
If you coming with cards, I'ma play an ace
Made a couple of plays loading up on chase
Deposit for seven thousand to the bank
I be moving militant like I'm in a tank
And I'm going up, a couple levels to rank
Biscotti coming by the P, it stank
Good propane gas turned me into Hank

$200 on a plate to Flemings
I got a steak, and it wasn't flank
You had you a buzz, but your wave sank
Connection in Asia, he stay in Sri Lank
I meant Sri Lanka
Feel like I'm Yeat, I pull up in a tonka
Reply to fan, now he going bonkers
This backpack boys got my lungs stronger
These opens and verses got my money longer
Have you ever got you a co-sign? I don't think so
You stuck in the same place for like five years
So I'm knowing you think slow
I'm catching the wind right up in the mountains
So you know I'm letting the mink blow
Bitch, I got Balenciagas on my feet
And they steady be stubbing my big toe
What you know about that? Nothing
And my pockets obese, stuffing
'Boutta go hit the stu, not clubbing
He got a bag, he Adidas, not bluffing
You pay for promotion and think that is something
Ain't know what we topping but bitch, I be jumping
Solidify shit, I don't make no assumptions
I'm smashing that bitch, now I feel like a pumpkin
You up on the gram, publicity stunting
Wow damn

Balaclava, you ain't seeing my face
Your accusations got you caught with a case
A plate of blackened salmon, taking a taste
I fuck a check up hella quick, I don't haste
This shit no race
Bitch, I'ma move at my own pace
Got LV slides, I don't need a lace
You so washed up, walking with a brace
Designer belt wrapped around my waist
If you coming with cards, I'ma play an ace
Made a couple of plays loading up on chase
Deposit for seven thousand to the bank
I be moving militant like I'm in a tank
And I'm going up, a couple levels to rank
Biscotti coming by the P, it stank
Good propane gas turned me into Hank