Lyrics Yacht Lash - Harry Fraud, Earl Sweatshirt, Riff Raff

Yacht Lash

I need a substance, lit or drunk before I sleep\nTravy whippin' that Beamer proper, tell grandma we eatin', I made it\nNothin' much to my ethics\nBitch I’m joggin' like I already won the election\nFuck it, shunning protection\nTunnel vision on a guap stack\nKing Cobra perspirating through the brown sack\nBig talk, lookin' thinner when it’s combat\nNigga who really 'bout that ballin', but goin' fishin'\nI’m bouncing back from a yacht crash\nStill dealing with the whiplash from it\nUptown, we on Sixth Ave stuntin', pack luggage\nFor the long trip, smell the marijuana on the prom tux\nBig dog, never got up out the yard much\nQuick guard, little nigga leave 'em all stuck\nHold 'em hostage and dip and then switch the cars up\nThey flickin' me when I leave the apartment dirty\nAnd seekin' no polish, I’m Percy\nWhen he was grimy the master\nP is for pocket cash\nI’m where weed is deposited free, my people important\nNeeding that feasible mortgage\nSet up shop near the beach, throw the beans in the ocean\nWhen coppers come and I’m leavin', I start and lead the commotion\nYacht crash, I got whiplash\nYacht crash, I got whiplash\nYacht crash, I got whiplash\nYacht crash, whiplash\nI need a substance, lit or drunk 'fore I can work correctly\nNo, it deaded, hearses ready where the vultures headed\nSmoker’s section, copasetic, keep the surface ready\nI think I’m Turkoglu, every purchase was purposeful\nBurn that grass that the serpent inhabit\nBased Jam off the phone while I’m claimin' my baggage\nRest assured I keep the label embarrassed\nNiggas paradin' in Paris, the rain and k had a marriage\nAnd I supported it, sport the Army coat with the ornaments\nBuy and burn a quarter quick, wilding while I order fish\nI’m Scorsese except black and leather pants\nI’m out in minivans like I’m Dan screaming «Couture made me»\nCircle make a square, you compared to the average\nVersace water cabbage, hid your daddy in the attic\nRuby Red dragon, my Aladdin station wagon\nMy new bitch looks like Lamborghini in a bikini\nRap game «I Dream of Jeannie»\nVersace lasagna, get married at the prom, uh\nI don’t want your gal, she look like an iguana driving a Honda\nSmooth facial features, make your ass tongue-kiss the Grim Reaper\nYa ever had a family member slice your cheek while you sleeping?\nTangerine flags, tangerine flags in Baghdad\nFeed your nieces Reese’s Pieces while your nephew tie my sneakers\nMy shampoo liquid detergent\nOn a desert island, I’m splurging on these virgins\nI found your wife on clearance at Wal-Mart\nI don’t shop for car parts\nPark my car on the side of the road by an Aston Martin\nIn a Versace helicopter, never speaking proper\nPull up at the doctor’s office coughing often\nPull up in Versace coffins\nI got diamonds on my earrings\nCold enough to freeze the North and South polars\nMy fans got syrup on their shoulders\nI freeze the fans on your ceiling\nPita bread pays the costs with stone gloss\nHide the in the ill South\nRiff sushi