Horizon: Retold

Vince Staples:

Here we go… yeah…

Yo, Mr. International, I can probably times two

Everything you do in life and everything you might do

Probly stick my dick up in the bitch you say good night to

Niggas swear they Beasting, I Dont know who Hyped you

Muuuh-fucking lames, If I could I probly fight ya

Have my people light ya, you know just what them brothers do

Magic in the 32, LA Lakers run and shoot

Hit your mother, father, sister, daughter and your cousin too

I’m the shit, hope you know, waving like row your boat

Sitting like southern Poles drop the e add a o

That be my wardrobe, you malling with your mom

Rushing right before the store close, stack up a head case

Wear like a Red state, nine years for hooper

Just to get the record set straight, homie we can set Bapes

Because I’ma get to poppin’ once the L’s be start to droppin’

And you niggas start to flopping and you bitches get to coppin’

Lavish:

Uhh…I’m in the carpool doing 150

With a dime piece out, having lunch with me

My lifestyle now, boy it’s something trippy

Rather hit the blunt ‘cause I’m never getting tipsy

Yeah puffing on the green like an urban hippie

They repeat my name now like Timmy, timmy

Timmy timmy, t-Timmy timmy, t-timmy timmy

Flying out boy genius, call me Jimmy

The first thing they speak about in any conversation

I’m goin’ for the win, just the nomination

Lavish what they call me, and I’m often hated

I ain’t the best yet won’t stop ‘till the greatest

Yeah my buzz is shinin’ like a flashlight

And yeah we can collab- for a flat price

And I’m rolling in a polo, Marco

I bet they won’t forget me, like Sarah Marshall

Dodgin’, fittin’, on on the Ralph bucket

You an extra in this movie, and I’m out stuntin’

If you ain’t talking money, then you ain’t saying nothing

L-A-V signin’ out, Chris brown running