Under the Hood (Explicit) - Specifics

Composed by：Golden Boy/Think Twice

Hit with a dilemma

A dip with an umbrella at my cellar

Let her in quick the medicine sip whatever

I'm clever on some accapella s**t that's my main strength

But never been too bad as well

At this gettin brains thing

I think the light's dim

Not the type to fight gin

And bent like psyched to hit the bed and strike skins

Right then the phone ringin but left it

Blowing in the night

Like the west wind crescent

My preference is a heavy snare yes instead

Of some soft s**t

Got a sweaty pair of breath mints

The stars be glowing we spark w**d holdin

Hands and uh

Gold be the cardio and stamina

Top physical condition when I'm kissin

Switchin' my footwork I cook birds chicken

She took off my cardigan told me start again

I'm gettin more bad b*****s than mad martigan

With no candles R B stanzas or glamorous clothes

I rock no brand sandals

I'm dealing with fans you're dealin with manhoes

It's romance and more porn than sancho

I never snuff lights

And havin' rough nights but

I must live up to my rep right

Touch ice but my blood warm

Snuff any nickname when he gets semidrunk

It's a f**kstorm

And some more couldn't hurt

Mix up love and war like porn rum and Pepsi

One for a skirt

Yikes but I just wanna get done nicely and

Yo girl your skirt's what entice me

Yo I'mma do it like this

Ask you if you love it so if so it's on

And boo if you love his flow it's gold and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood

Yo I'mma do it like this

Ask you if you love it so if so it's on

And boo if you love his flow it's gold and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood

I heard it through the grapevine

Word's groupies got the eyes on the crew

And psyched to get attached loosely at the waistline

Booty makes my day yo

The bassline boogie nights

Gotta groove crazy with them cutiepies

Seventies s**t

You bet me I will never be rich

I need to get me a celebrity b***h

Cheque

This kid can't afford hennessy

But swish many more cheap fourties

Than you weak whores will ever sip

And rap effortless

Blessed with a certain effervescence

The better beefcurtain spreader specialist

Specifics yo don't get it twist

Drove chicks to my coastal getaway ocean precipice

Tryin' to get to paradise

No asparagus just a pair of dice dominos and some sheridan's

Solid gold providence

In the hottest nights get the halls hyped

Wall to wall with a squad of hoes

And all of this

A life of pantyhoes expansive heights patios and random fights

Yo my boys got cameos

Dance in the rain with phantoms all happy like we back again

I could never end it better than the last L P

So take a picture actually

Let the image help me

Remember when it fade like a dream and I

Pass my name and dash off yo to rap with

Demons

Yo I'mma do it like this

Ask you if you love it so if so it's on

And boo if you love his flow it's gold and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood

Yo I'mma do it like this

Ask you if you love it so if so it's on

And boo if you love his flow it's gold and yo

It's all good

Whatcha runnin' under the hood

The hood