SEPTEMBER ft. Jae, Lil EZ, Kermode Zay & Rob Buck Lyrics

See you

In Sept

See you

In Sept

See you

In September (September)

Never forgetting it

A brand new Ferrari, I sit in it

A house on the lake, now I live in it

Why am I swiping the credit card?

Ain't never D'd

I'm thinking it might be unlimited

The Rolls came with curtains, still tinted it

Know that I'm getting it

I like to match up Dior with the Gucci

I pull up all dry just to drip in it

Told 'em that nothing gonna change me

Yeah all of my haters going crazy

I did it and no one can blame me

More figures but I'm still the same me

Everything hazy

Hopped off the jet

No Uber you know I hopped straight in Mercedes

I wanted the bills to turn bluer

But now I got all of the opps tryna raid me

However you want

That's how it's gonna be

Fucking your bitch

She fucking on me

Louis on me

Prada on me

Bitches on me

Water my tee

She quitting on me

Like Snoop Dogg

She quitting the weed

Tryna get to the gold on my teeth

Rob making a house beat

Know I pull up, know I pull up

From the free throw

Know I shoot up, know I make it

You know I splash it in pong

Like Curry from three

I'mma splash brother like Klay

Got bitches all over my johnson

All over my johnson

No Andrew Johnson

I'll let Rob and Zay take over

Because they rap like the days are over

No Walking Dead

Dunk on a Hodag

Now he brain dead

I'mma let Zay spit on you 'til you brain dead

'Til you brain dead

Wish I had a Kwik Trip spicy chicken sandwich right now

Every time a homie see Kermode Zay they be like wow

He be ballin'

Ring ring, the money calling

Bling bling, got paper raining out the sky

The money fallin'

All around me, was lost looking for a direction

Then the beat found me

How you broke but always down to smoke

That shit astound me

Hate pulling up to Davies

Just to see that there's a line

R.I.P. to Dolph, but I got head when I was five

Hate pulling up to a lecture baked

Just to have a group discussion

Shit got me ready to square up

Like I'm a Russian in the UFC

But I gotta keep it low key

Can't let my classmates or professor know I'm tweaking off the THC

So as I'm going home for break back in December

Take a moment, step back and remember

Got in a flow state here's the soul food

Hope y'all prepared

Now Fleau clearly the hottest out Eau Claire since Bon Iver (aye)

Yeah it's Virgo gang on the beat

I'm in turbo mode with your girl up in my sheets

Tear it up and chop it down, slow

Do the veggie roll

I don't get too many downloads but that ain't never been the goal

About to start another roll, call it joint discussion

Smoke it feed your soul while the beat give you concussions

Why your girl on me tryna give me hella suction?

I'm untouchable like the Pincushion Man, I'm yoked like a Russian

Eggs got max protein

Choking on weed as I watch Ratatouille

Feeling on her booty

Can't afford no Louis

Cheetah Piss so gooey

Filmed a couple movies with your lady, she too groovy

Spitting tongue typhoons, Blunt Bandit on the way

Came a long way from the haikus

Goddammit, why you in the way? I don't like you

Sorry, let me rephrase that

NAH I FUCKING HATE YOU!

Just kidding, I kinda fucking like you

Maybe love you, wait no I don't

But what if I do?

She always catch me looking like a fool

Yeah her stare be so intense like a Yu-Gi-Oh! duel

Got that Super Monkey flow, Technological Terror

Turning down the bong, veggilogical error

All the kush got me feeling like I'm Tow Mater, not the vegetable

I'm ripping Cars two and I'mma see you later

Seasons passing like we speeding through the left lane

Coughing getting chest pain

Boy we getting higher than the X-Games

Got back to Eau Claire in September

Hop back on some tracks once or twice

Then went to Kwik Trip, stopped for some snacks

Some nights went to bed, got up early for class

Other nights went to Rob's, got vegged off my ass

Now two months gone pass, and I'm going back to Tosa in November

And this beat hard as fuck, shoutout Rob (who me?)

Just might start a whole fire like an ember

Might just smoke on four bowls then spit my verse

Next morning I don't even remember

What I said, and even when I'm vegging

You pretending if you think that shit ain't so sick

Smoke an ounce before each bar

That mean each verse worth a whole brick

And I mean it whole-hearted, we perfectionists

Tryna flip the game on its head

Like we was at the Capitol on the 6th, we insurrectionists

So if there's correction, might push the album back to a later date

Got about four hoes all up on me

She joined the church of Latter-day Saints

I'mma pray for you

I'mma pray that you get off my dick

Now let me smoke a J or two

As I fuck your boo

Yeah she love the way I move

And I'm on the way to 'Potle

Bump a lil Coldplay

Take your bitch back to the crib for some foreplay

Make her hit them high notes like Sol La Ti no Do Re

Fuck her to some reggae

Then kick her out the door ay yo

I'mma out lift you, why you shouting?

All you do is make shitty music for more clout and

Buy followers you a scummy lil rodent

Like the rat, just for the rhyme I mispronounced it

Eating too much pussy yeah it's getting hard to count it

You a clown, always looking for the next deposit

Always smoking mids while I smoke my gas in ounces

Song is about to end but the tape has yet to start, bitch

Aye yo

Thanks for listening to this lil hip-hop house fusion track

Featuring Kermode Zay

The homie Jae

Lil EZ on that beat

And Rob Buck

Yuh yuh

Lil outro piece right here aye yo

Hope you enjoyed the meal

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Some more soul food