Logic - Intergalactic Icons Feat Conway The Machine Y Riff Raff Lyrics

Its the shamrock suburban
Hand [?] kiss the codeine curtain
What I spent last week with the ice on my T
Champagne Diamonds looks like ice tea on a white T
I'ma write in cursive like Kyrie Irving
Cars still pink like the color of the curtains
Prada on the surface of the purses
But I'ma disappear if the purchase wasn't worth it
Can't put the price tag on the priceless
Your wife bought her brides dress off of Craigslist
Oriental blue swordfish, sky blue chrome
Don't put the barcode on the Boysenberry Bobcat
The Lamborghini yacht was a very light lilac
Parked out back, caddy corner to the dry shed
I found my Fendi prints in fountain blue
Its the white Cuban down in Georgia
Contrary to you I can't work in a cubicle
Two Croatian cuties clean my cuticle
The raspberry Rod Stewart
I don't talk about men or I don't wear Ray-Bans
If you fuck up my funds we can never be friends again
Never try to repremend the cinnamon sand man
The airdrop was tropical, life is an obstacle course
Of course I can take a college course in how to drive a Porsche
But they will teach you about remorse or divorce
So why did I clap my hands two times and both of my doors went up? Uh
It's the hazelnut Harrison Ford
In a four door DeLorean
It's the cinnamon smorgasbord when I hit record
I need a Dior private resort
By age four my favorite shape was a trapezoid
RiFF

Look, I pull up on and jump out the black Mazi
So high lately you could light a fuckin' match
Before the rap hobby I was selling crack probably
Somewhere selling dog food in the snack lobby
Big boogers in the watch like a brat, snotty
A few of those 'cause I get on beats, I catch bodies
Used to [?] drinking Henny with black Johnny
Now I'm on the jet watching [?] Rodney
It's like the dope game, no respect in it
You don't know if the cocaine got some Fent in it
I threw forties on the Rolls with the wet finish
I got thirty in the pole, the clip extended
They say good business is the best business
So every month my mailbox got some checks in it
I'm getting money, that should aggravate my ex-bitches
Conway and Riff Raff, [?]

Ayo
Allow me to riff. Smoke spliffs and sips fifths, wanna make that drifts
This lyricism is like giving them gifts, I'm Zapp Brannigan to these Kif's
On the grind like kickflips, I stay with six zips
When I shoot from the hip, it hits
Eighteen year [?] at the Ritz
Flex nuts in a Louis tux, lock it down like a horcrux
My flow gets more bucks than a [?], rap 'em all
Shine like Kenobi's weapon, I'm stepping on graves
Smoke grass and cut crack with blades
Skip class and catch fades
My bitch got the best braids, high school my best days
As a criminal lord subliminal, cause and effect
Slicing throats, gauze for your neck, pause and protect
Never got my money straight, always did it the Con-way
Older brother stayed with keys like Steinway, not my way
Listening to the 312 at noon, that [?]
Why they hatin' on your brothers that made it?
You mad I blew up and you deflated, pick the beat and I fileted it
Spit fire like my first edition Charizard with the ten graded
That's half a mil easy, move in silence like Weezy
My neck freezy
All this bullshit ya'll talkin' don't appease me
In a 67' Bronco riding through, money expand like Majin Boo, fuck you
Logic a decade of runnin', I leave em dunnin'
Throw you off a cliff then hit the booth the way I'm stunnin'
(Stunnin', stunnin', stunnin')