CLOSING CREDITS lyrics

[Verse 1: Lake Kyle]
Horse power, my mental up
See me and you feeling us
I don’t think 'bout anything
These lame mo'f*ckas always talk about us
Bent up like a bicycle, up before the doodle-doo
I can’t follow so and so, and I don't wanna look like you
Red bottoms on, in the middle of a killer flu
Call my Jerry Rice, to the T, the way I’m cutting through
Been cutting up and we came a long way
I’m a pirate to the tooth, Moncler polos on me
I wear Gucci socks, I don’t pray for box
Bunch of rings up on me, b*tch, I am a boss
This is the moment that you realize that it’s over
Tried to sleep on us, now you get a cold shoulder
Pick a moment I wasn’t real then you quote it
Dreams are dreams, but when I wake up I’m still floating

[Hook: Lexa Gates]
I want you, I want you, I-
I want you, I want you, I-
[?] you thank me feel
Anything I [?]
And everything [?]
I want you, I-
I want you, I want you
Is this the end?
Is this the end?
Just let me know
I want you
Just let me know
Is this the end?
So, is that all?
[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Quick to beat a skeezer, I keep the heater for pumpkin eaters
All you people pleasers is quick to greet us, stop breathin' 'round us
Met up with a fetus, said "nice to meet us" she quick to eat us
n*ggas rose like Jesus, he hung with the hoes too
And if you hanging with a hoe, then you doing what hoes do
Every bag that you n*ggas ever got, I got two
And now they sending n*ggas money, so they don’t lose cool
n*ggas eat it up, run quick to the quick bust
n*ggas get set up when they tryna get they di*k sucked
They say the most important trait for a man to have is endurance
Is that why n*ggas gotta go to jail to get full insurance?
You hated on a n*gga but he still made it, you a Sarah Pailin
b*tches I kick it with got the looks and with Michelle Obama
I get lots of money and you could quote that invert the comma
Brahma of the swag that you n*ggas jacking it makes me think
I’m spitting like I’m brushing my teeth over the bathroom sink
And when I come through with the drip, you’d think n*ggas smell sourmilk
n*ggas love to see you doing good, but hate when you doing better
If you was with my b*tch and she wanted to f*ck then you should've let her
Real ass n*gga since the start and b*tch I’m only getting better

[Hook: Lexa Gates]
Is this the end?
So is that all?
Is this the end?
So much time has passed me by
Now I let my story die
[?]
This is all