Multiple tracks in one on the illest beats, can't say I've ever seen this done before. Just a lil somethin somethin to bump before Phashionably Late drops.
hip hop
Story behind the song
All I remember about this track is being up for like 36 hours, when I first started writing it, and it was the first thing I wanted to listen to when I woke up in the studio.
Lyrics
[1st Verse:] "Come On"
What the fucck, I'm the man. Life's a biitch, I'm just fuccking in your plans
More like Diddy constructin a band
Biitch yeah, I'm fuccking in my fans, sit back and fucck witcha man
I'm blowin up like iran, and witcha luck I won't land
[Jump in the stands] Smack the fucck outcha man
So what you tuckin? It's jammed, I'll snatch the gun outcha hand, damn..
Have you duckin the BLAMS, kidnapped and stuck in a van,
Gift wrapped to fuccking japan, yeah good luck with that fam
[Hook: 2x] "Weeknd"
Snortin lines, and yeah I'm drinkin
Mornin time 'til on the weekend
Rollin green up, now we chiefin
Everyday feel like the weekend
[2nd Verse:]
Walk around the bars like I own the place, I throw a drink in the owners face
It's a fashion, I'm only late
So loan me cake, I've blown it great
Patron and weight, feelin like I'm tony's flakes, great
Say no more, like a convict
Want a bong rip, and a blonde chick, in her throng, strip
Til it's dawn it's, M.T. (empty) but I'm full of shiit -
Never stopped me from pulling a biitch
[Hook:] "Weeknd"
and yeah I'm drinkin
Mornin time 'til on the weekend
[Hook: 4x] "One, Two, Three"
Super rich, stupid biitches know I'm super vicious
[3rd Verse:]
Welcome to the show, this will sell, 'cause I'ma blow
Held the shelf up in the store, you like hell up to the no -
I'm like hell up to the snow - hell I'll tell if you don't know
I'll melt a shell up with the flow - shootin L, M, N & O -
Ya flappin ya big traps, I'm lappin your quick tracks
Laughing, biitch slapping your lips back, I spit that
Lit crack, hit pass, with that, sick track
'Til I get stacks, that quick cash