Sierra: BLA BLA ($ierra)

Okey
Fuck something, I hear "blah blah"
You're not cool, I can't position myself
You are as needed as much as you are on the canary bus
I'm not a baker, but I shit from night to morning
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your female dog night shift
Your squad is a greengrocer, I choose cucumbers and bananas
My drawer is like a zebra, all fucked up in stripes
With a squad like the avengers, half of them fucked in masks

I catch a flight to wwa, woah
Over and over like a nascar
Smooth landing again, peasant you don't have to clap
I am from here on the block of the block
Bitch is not minecraft
People will come down very low to get gold, that's right
And you fly as the wind blows, but it's not me
My homie the wizard farmer sowed weeds and reaps the cash
I bring it up on my back, they tripped it up, jesus christ
I'll turn blood into lean, not wine, where's my double cup?
What fucking trap? bitch you better clap
You flex with change, I do double guap
Like Batman, I work at night and rarely take a break
I'm like a messi in prime, I rarely go to the reserve
Always a full tank
I need to make sure I have a new stack every day in the trowel
I'm a hustler, motherfucker, I got it in my DNA
My homie chases a crystal, we call him crash
Your female dog is not a rocket, but a hatchback, because there is no rear
Woah, I heard that somewhere, it was a white man
You're whiter than woah wicky and you rip off NLE choppas
Every session is like a bootcamp, I'm making a lot of progress
I don't write anything, like Ronaldo, fuck free kicks
Yeah, I was born yesterday, I have a funeral tomorrow
A million ways to die, but you can't make the money on each
I don't know where to turn, new kid on the block, like mark wahlberg
This mic squeezes this muck out of me like a fucking pimple
When mordzia needs coffee, we do not go to the costa
Although I would prefer this option because I fucking wish him well
Here where God no longer shines, like the lighthouse on the sea
My homie dash, dot, dash, as if he was fucking with a walrus
Bitvh please, i wanna make p's
I mean, I want to get to the numbers, they do the pussies
The time will come for double c's, im pushin 'p
Sierra and Jan third Sobieski are like cousins
That's why I keep his photos in my pocket
Again HIT
Like agent 47, I'm used to it
You are far from a hitman, and you are bald every day, fagots
Take a call there, call the jaruzel, tell them the bombs will fall
Every my drop as of September 1st, I'm taking them back to school

Okey
Fuck something, I hear "blah blah"
You're not cool, I can't position myself
You are as needed as much as you are on the canary bus
I'm not a baker, but I shit from night to morning
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Your female dog night shift
Your squad is a greengrocer, I choose cucumbers and bananas
My drawer is like a zebra, all fucked up in stripes
With a squad like the avengers, half of them fucked in masks