D.B. Cooper lyrics

[Verse: Left Lane Didon]
Yo, peep
Food for sale, I do mail
Ain't much I don't do well, except tell
I been in a cell, that sh*t's hell
I been in a whale, I'm like Jonah, hold up
Gettin' colder, daily
I sold a four with the baby, I roll with the Navy
Took a stroll out in AC, made a bet on my young'un fight
You know I'm thuggin', right?
Dumpacalypse Now, wow
Clown, I'll get you chipped for a thou'
I'm slick with the vowels
n*gga, I live in the now, well-equipped for this sound
Gas dense, but it's loud; block tense, but it's mild
I'm on the fence, sittin' down; I got the grip in the [?]
I let it rip, it get wild, stand down
The sh*t panned out; I dump like the sh*tpan out
And ship grams out, I'm a standout
Pourin' gas in the lawnmower, I got the can out
Dawg, don't put your motherf*ckin' hand out

[Outro: Left Lane Didon & sample]
You know better, n*gga
Yo, y'all n*ggas need to shut the f*ck up, too
I'm tryna lay that—lay that sh*t, n*gga
That perico, n*gga
When I was here, I wanted to be there
When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle
Been here a week now... waiting for a mission