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

Cult Sag, Pt. 2

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'