Revolution - EndyEnds

Endy came through

Hundred dabs lit

Hundred twelve grams

Pull it out the plastic

I don’t need money

I don’t need whips

All I need is some weed

And a hipster bitch

Niggas think they hot

But they not

Endy make em drop

Bow before my knees

Kiss my ring

I’m a fucking king

Niggas talk shit

But still beg for a feature

You ain’t even in the game

Keep your ass in the bleachers

Bitch I don’t play

Come to your state

Make a sex toy

Out the bitch that you date

Know that they watching

The moves that we make

Niggas just copy

They made out of clay

Niggas think they smoking

Cause they rolling up a gram

I reach in the quarter pound

And grab an ounce with my hand

I know you niggas see me now

The revolution will be televised

Got my head in the fucking clouds

I’m making moves while I’m getting high

Must feel great in second place

But nigga know that I’m the one

Dreams are lucid like the moon is

Blunt is shining like the sun

All you niggas copy us

And think that we don’t notice

Take my ad-libs and lyrics

Switch it up and then you post it

Copy paste, what a waste

See my style then you take it

But you really can’t compare

You’re just imitating greatness

Bitch I ain’t playing it’s

Fuck what you saying

And fuck what you doing

Yeah fuck your whole movement

Niggas will hate

Cause they know that I’m great

So seems killing them all is the only solution

Endy came through

Hundred dabs lit

Hundred twelve grams

Pull it out the plastic

I don’t need money

I don’t need whips

All I need is some weed

And a hipster bitch

Yeah EndyEnds

Shout out my nigga Loud Lord

Yeah

Hidden Jewels

Let me ash my blunt

Ha