Nu Stogie lyrics

[Intro: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
sh*t, you wanna hand me that f*cking lighter? (A'ight)
No?
Whatever (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No?
Alright

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]
Uh (Bah), I am the shooter reloaded (Bah)
Who only move with the motive to kill it (Ayy)
Music is coca, know that I roast it and flip it
It's nothing
Sniffling hoes accustomed to di*k in they throat
I bust on the tip of they noses (Ya need a napkin or something?)
Just use this stack of this money (Okay)
I only laugh cause it's funny (Uh-huh)
Whip an ass and rap with laxative tummy, sh*t
And I need that wall plastered with them plaques and that cash in abundance (Ayy, ayy)
Catch me on 'Fax with a couple cancer sticks
Hit me for cold and passionate loving ho, only khakis I'm cuffing
Little man with no manners, b*tch I am actually dusty
Action Los Angeles, them bast*rds pack them Pacquiao punches
Pressed on your back for your bluffing
Let's take it back to the ruckus, b*tch
[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Tell momma that her son on a mission
And I ain't seen the motherf*cking sun in a minute
Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
Say it's one for the money, n*gga
Run for your riches, n*gga
Tell my momma that her son get it, get it
I'ma crunch n*ggas, getting money
Blunts in the Civic, without f*ck how you feeling, n*gga
(f*ck n*gga, f*ck how you feeling, n*gga)
n*gga, give a f*ck how you feeling, n*gga
f*ck with a n*gga, n*gga

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
I am the soulless who coldest creaks in the winter
Rolling splinter deep and itching for b*tches' dentals to denim
Then puffing loud and come in Fallon
Believe that Tec is offensive
You need a vest when you snitching
In Adidas sweat, I'ma kill 'em all (All)
That pus*y wet, raining cats and doggies up out of her
I reach into the register, take the paper up out of it
Hate the fake and the talkative
Shake and bake, I'm the opposite
Frosted Flakes and a pot of grits
Percolating that breakfast
I'm dropping cake on a necklace
Spitting like a n*gga just took a p*ss in my beverage
That Swisher sit on the dresser, split
Fingers twisting, decking and standing sh*t where the peasants sit
Mouse with the weapons
They come to f*ck off your cheddar, b*tch
[Hook: Earl Sweatshirt]
Tell momma that her son on a mission
And I ain't seen the motherf*cking sun in a minute
Gunning with that trouble in that come with the quickness
Say it's one for the money, n*gga
Run for your riches, n*gga
Tell my momma that her son get it, get it
I'ma crunch n*ggas, getting money
Blunts in the Civic, without f*ck how you feeling, n*gga (n*gga)
n*gga, give a f*ck how you feeling, n*gga
f*ck with a n*gga, n*gga

[Outro: Stoney Willis]
Don't be so much confusion
Does you feel me?
It can hold you back
Yeah, I can't f*ck with you
I'm just tryna get this money (Tryna get this money)
n*ggas talking about some bullsh*t
Uh
What'd I say? Get away from me [?]
I don't need that anymore
It's money
The more you know
I can't f*ck with you n*ggas, n*gga
It's money (It's money, it's money)
[Silence]