Archer Lyrics - Singles - Mike G

1: Mike G 

Peep game, I come through in every street lane 

Roll my wheels more than major stoners do their favorite strain 

And the one i'm with can drink until all bottles are drained 

With me, she feel like she dancing on the wings of a plane 

Things will never be the same, homie my whole home team are household names, and still with so much to gain 

My flow is so golden, you can put it in a chain 

Aim for more than a name, how you think we live the same 

When you not flossin, hardly 

I drink Hennessey, she on Bacardi 

We don't mind starting problems as long as we start a party 

Call your job, tell em to schedule a replacement 

Cause these pills will get you so high, they might send you to the matrix 

Let's ride, side to side as my eyes arise at Half past nine, watch me like halftime, I mastered this 

So slick I could prolly smash your chick 

Because of Mike, they put the G in the alphabet 

Find me riding in a foreign and I don't know where I'm going 

And we ain't getting in til ten in the morning 

If I'm on it, then she on it, if she got it, then I want it 

If you looking to tomorrow, but you living for the moment 

Fist pump it, hell yeah 

If you bout it, show me something 

Rockstar, I'ma keep it going if I see you jumping 

Fist pumping, hell yeah 

If you bout it, show me something 

Rockstar, I'ma keep it going if I see you jumping 

2: Larry Susan 

Smoking like a rasta in a flying saucer 

Mix between Jamey Jasta and Kevin Costner 

Eating mushrooms on lasagna pasta, I'm a monster 

Illegal funds, that's my foster, keep your posture 

Or you'll scratched from the roster, drugs in school lockers 

Blondes with big knockers, what's for dinner? Lobster 

Smoking blunts in the outfield with Holden Caulfield 

On that real kill, making money turn like a windmill 

Flip the intel in the rental, back to grinding banging instrumentals 

Your girlfriend says hello 

She gags so well though, she ate my Larry Jell-O 

Oh well, bitch don't kill my mellow, Susan 

Find me riding in a foreign and I don't know where I'm going 

And we ain't getting in til ten in the morning 

If I'm on it, then she on it, if she got it, then I want it 

If you looking to tomorrow, but you living for the moment 

Fist pump it, hell yeah 

If you bout it, show me something 

Rockstar, I'ma keep it going if I see you jumping 

Fist pumping, hell yeah 

If you bout it, show me something 

Rockstar, I'ma keep it going if I see you jumping 

3: Mike G 

I love living lavish 

When I was young, I'd rock the hat backwards like Ash 

Gotta catch all the cash 

And I spent it when I had it, thought I was so fly 

I forget my flight status every time someone would ask 

But that's nothing new if you knew this particular individual 

Situation critical, when citizens get uncivil 

So stress less, especially if I'm in your concerns 

I could repeat myself, they still wouldn't learn 

So you may find me riding in a business whip through business districts 

Around suits and business men but I don't feel like one of them 

And once again, nothing without progression 

You feel like screaming to the heavens every time that you win 

So fist pump, hell yeah 

If you bout it, show me something 

For all my brothers and cousins riding down the block busting 

For all my sisters, sh-shawty hope you never stop hustling 

Haters can stand in the way but we ain't stopping for nothing 

Left Brain: 

I feel you, my nigga 

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