Rest Stop (feat. Fedd The God)

This song was manifested by myself and many others I got Fedd in here with me Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight? Night life, scary need a night light Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right? Not quite, brodie not a cop right? Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight. Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight Not good, Xanny with a Backwood But it make him rap good, and it make him trap good That could backfire - Blowin' out his back tire Boy I've never been higher - Now I'm thinkin' that we should Ditch that, stop with all the chit-chat Just one way to fix that, shut it or you get smacked Whiplash, glass flies, head is through the dash I never drink and drive by people when I know I shouldn't Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight? Night life, scary need a night light Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right? Not quite, brodie not a cop right? Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight. Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight Get that? I don't even miss that I don't even carry but my brodie got them kick backs Try me, find me, I'm not even hiding My goonies rob a stimi' from a Joey, no Biden Wait now, fake? How? I don't like to make pals Suffer from psychosis, I can show you what it takes Break downs, re-occurring shake downs The xanny with the wood is really bringing all the pain down Night flights, neighborhoods where dogs bite If you make a sharp right, call me when you alright, aight? Night life, scary need a night light Killin' all my demons homie - This is what a fight like, right? Not quite, brodie not a cop right? Measure up and pour my medies, make em' heavy, not slight. Dog bitch, nasty need a raw chick Rollin' up my blunts - I tell her just make sure you lick those tight Dog bitch, mixin' up my dog food She only like real killas, hang around with all dudes Ridin' round Altoona with a Boomer, fixin' my mood Yeah I got that gas I'm not a clown dude Last breath, sounds of a tweaker, dying on my dad steps Fentanyl, Fentanyl, you hit it, that's the last step We livin' in our last days like Mayans and the Aztecs Fedd The Godd he talkin' money, you want a verse I cash checks In a track suit bout all money, I ain't worried bout no damn sex Bad white snow bunny, pullin' down her spandex Lick the codeine drink right off her chest, chase it with the Liquid Death Drugs takin' me to a different world, she got more cheeks than Sandy Squirrel North side n**** move like Batman, ridin' in a Gotham world Joker n**** with two pistols Bang bang bang, cost two nickels Watchin' Rick and Morty with your baby girl, she suckin' pickles.