Ándale (feat. Lil Xay & Little Bomb)

Pull me under I feel awake beneath your touch Breathe you in to feel your rush Find myself collecting blood If you let me I'll give you everything If you let me I could be your chemical I don't know what I can do That was my last try I gave it all up for you That was my last life I don't know what I can do That was my last try I gave it all up for you (all up for you) See, I'm on a lag, I'm on a delay F*ck with my swag, I'll f*ck up your day Don't mean to brag, but I'm Cassius like Clay (cash) I got a pack of the gas on the way Shawty wanna hit me, but she don't know what to say She just want a quickie, but she never wanna stay (no no) Told her that's a gimme, that's an and-one on the play Cuz when I get going I go ándale When I get going, I go ándale When I get going, I go ándale And I pump with the fake and I hit when I fade When I get going, I go on delay So what more can I say, I be feelin' okay When I get going, I go on delay Startin' to wonder how much I can take Losing my breath as I reach for my vape Shawty hit my phone, said she wanna be with Xay I been in my zone, new release on the way Ay, why you got the shit on delay? Cuz a nigga on a whole nother wave, I dig a hole in the grave I'mma kill these bars, nigga gotta go ándale If you feel me, y'all gotta go and check out the tape And I'm really startin' to pop on every sec of the take Ideally on the track, I'mma pedal and brake Cuz I'm ahead of the game, better than great I'm a demon with devil, okay, heaven is great And she evil, got hell in a flame, pleasant or pain If she gettin' in my bed, it's headed for ways What you wanna listen to? Xay Okay, I'mma sing her to sleep She like my melodies, tellin' me I'm bringin' it clean I never get a beat, I'm makin' 'em, fingers on the keys Cheffin' it, I got a recipe that'll bring 'em to they knees I got the flows, I'm going ghost when I rhyme Over the time, shawty wanna smoke in the night Don't hit the lights, my bros don't miss a fight You don't wanna know what goes through my mind when I write Hit up Dalt, stayin' over, it's home for the night Shawty called, I'm about to catch the next flight And you know who produced this, Xay on fire I can't keep quiet, nigga, this shit hype Like maybe too hype, cuz Xay be too nice (too nice) We got whatever flavor you like, we makin' it right (oh yeah) They tryna get a taste or a slice, I'm waiting to strike (haha) It's trouble when I'm raising the mic, the craziest sight (crazy) I got some new flows and I'm breaking 'em in I'm never moving too slow, cuz I'm impatient to win (let's go) Pages and pages I been filling with dangerous sin I'm feeling like Tom Morello because I'm raging again (yeah, yeah, woo) You know me though, I'm known to make the east coast link My whole team on the rise, homie, we don't sink (no no) I make a toast to the gang like Smino, "Klink" And light the inhale make the damn studio stink Philly stand up, hopping in the saddle, go to battle til my bands up I'm about to travel from Seattle to Atlanta Never land, yuh, I'm soarin' I just scorch shit, Dalt, we torched it (aah)