Booshank, Marcus Aurelius, Yvette Lotus - Promise This Lyrics

Better lose that grill
Cause that don't prove a damn thing about skills
Put your money where your mouth is
Twitter showing off cash what you about kid
That's how dumb ass get his house surrounded
By them sirens or them G's in silence
Double hard rip it raw slippin' in the game
When it's on with Patron
And let them say the name

Uh, I'm magnificent son
Hold that, while I grab that, I'm on a mission
Your propositions more like a premonition
My intuition holds you account upon suspicion
As you listen you hear the mystical spells
Sit back kick off your tim's spark a L
What let the rhythm of the flow
I'm trying to rip the cipher
So I'm here to let you know

You the secondhand smoke I'm the dope
I'm the reason they getting high
You the reason they choke
I'm the motherfucker they quote
You the butt of their jokes
I'm the wrong cracker to cross
Crack ya jaw and I'm ghost
I'm a bad motherfucker my wallet says it
Coming with that tough talk now you apologetic
Probably get your feelings hurt
Now is it really worth all the back-and-forth
Now you wrapped in gauze
With a plastic straw for your applesauce
I am an avatar for the savage gods
And I'm camouflaged you don't see me coming
Just thunder claps, and the planets dark
I am Santa Claus and I'm back in this bitch
Just finished wrapping some shit
You can give that to the kids motherfucker

I ain't the one that you want it with
Don't know why you fuck boys come with that drama shit
You ain't nothing special I don't care what your mama said
Bring it over here and you can get it I promise this
Uh we making promises, uh we making promises
Uh uh we making promises

Yo, I do others always dream of
Four arms one mic
One what
One cut, connect the dots and get the buck
Serious, we always do it dangerous
Divide and conquer's what they after
But they won't succeed
Don't you dare ask, what
This is LED
Too many promises is kept
You keeping secrets, time pass when you slept
Now who's hot on the block
My squad suicidal, yeah call us Killer Croc
Back home, seal deals like Ziploc
Pretty boy protective their face for a mid shot
Yeah we grind a lot, but never out of gridlock
And never drop a song unless we know the shit's hot

I ain't the one that you want it with
Don't know why you fuck boys come with that drama shit
You ain't nothing special I don't care what your mama said
Bring it over here and you can get it I promise this
Uh we making promises, uh we making promises
Uh uh we making promises