Cult Sag, Pt. 2 - Black Josh, Milkavelli, Lee Scott

I’m over the edge of Kurt Cobain with at shotgun

You could be Usain Bolt

I’m Mo Farah in the long run

I need me a (?) with big lips and a long tongue

So she can lick my, and suck my ummmm

Like some bonbons

I’m smoking cancer sticks

I’m always on some saggin' shit

Like the Brick Pelican Posse Crew Gang Syndicate

I’ll take the game into my two hands and smash him into bits

Like a punk band’s instruments

Two grams in a spliff

My clan’s with this shit

So I know I won’t ever get down like I’m Icarus

I’m old school like some kickers is

90s era baby

I like my lighty’s crazy

My entire swazey wearing Nike TN trainers

Come and party with the hood rat

Attitude like «fuck that»

I was raised where they kept the drugs stashed

Now I’m where some sluts at

Turnin' up in some gaff

Taking what I’m selling with some scumbags

Chorus (Black Josh):

Cult Saggin'

On a sesh, my bro lagging

Off my head, iPhone damaged

Had to give my mate a number cuz she told me where the gaff is

To the after party

We don’t need an invite

We just crash it

Cult Saggin'

Cult, Cult

Cult Saggin'

Die-hard, working off habits

Said I wouldn’t do it after last time, but it went and happened again

I’ve been drinking, smoking, pulling women

I’m a savage

Cult Saggin'

Milkavelli:

On a rubber dingy rocking RLYC

10 out of 25 yeah the yard smell spicy

«Ring the alarm bells» type weed

Sixty-one six the whole cartel’s vibe-z

I rock a pearl bracelet

Your girl rates it

I can swim so elegantly

Mermaid shit

Pour it up

I don’t want to hear the words «pace it»

Drink my cup as fast as I can

Dirt Races

Boom blessed with sweg

Stay freshly dressed

Tape freshly pressed

Looks like church shirt freshly pressed

Freshly pressed juices

Text my new chick

Message sent

Message read

Two ticks

Chorus (Black Josh):

Cult Saggin'

On a sesh, my bro lagging

Off my head, iPhone damaged

Had to give my mate a number cuz she told me where the gaff is

To the after party

We don’t need an invite

We just crash it

Cult Saggin'

Cult, Cult

Cult Saggin'

Die-hard, working off habits

Said I wouldn’t do it after last time, but it went and happened again

I’ve been drinking, smoking, pulling women

I’m a savage

Cult Saggin'

Lee Scott:

I poured some Redbull and vodka in a shaman’s brew

Had a taste and flew

I don’t fly, but if I say I do it makes it true

Even if it’s off the handle

I write my name in petrol, then I drop a candle

Grab the nerve, cock it and burn your property

I aim for you miss on top of the world’s economy

I’m an oddity

On an even keel

Word to the nuke in my pocket G

I keep it real

I run the game and I’m just button bashin'

Out here, solo me vocal and hear busses passing

Sirens rushing past them, the drug bust in action

Fuck relaxing, up and at’em

I’m surfing on a river Mersey

On my way to Tipperary

I’m not quite there but I miss you dearly

Hear ye, hear ye

But you didn’t hear me

I’m staring death in the eyes

But my vision is blurry, so it isn’t scary

There’s six hundred and sixteen ways the shit can vary

And we’ve all got a bad bitch making sex noises in the foreign language

Bags of doe and a plastic coca cola bottle filled with whiskey near me

Chorus (Black Josh):

Cult Saggin'

On a sesh, my bro lagging

Off my head, iPhone damaged

Had to give my mate a number cuz she told me where the gaff is

To the after party

We don’t need an invite

We just crash it

Cult Saggin'

Cult, Cult

Cult Saggin'

Die-hard, working off habits

Said I wouldn’t do it after last time, but it went and happened again

I’ve been drinking, smoking, pulling women

I’m a savage

Cult Saggin'