Ultraviolet

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(Lumina)

Crack pipe, if you think she love you, boy

Hittin' crack talk, up your moves, I'll buss you, boy

Even if you bring that pipe, you not untouchable

Even if you think you're weaponed, not gon' trust you, no

Hittin' crack pipe if you think that, better not go out

That right, bitch, I got the speakers blow out

I came in like [?], yeah

I don't like the stage and don't like cameras in my face, yeah

Hit that— hit that— hit that moonwalk from that bitch

I told her ass, "Beat it now"

I knew I was gonna shake the game since I was teethin', oh

They ain't believe the kid, them niggas some heathens, oh

I'm gon' have to drive me, my boy turned to speedin' now

I roll up this 'Wood, give this bitch the sake, oh

Huh, I go "Brr" in that Kawasaki, oh

Give her Naruto, turn that bitch right into Sasuke

Grab my phone, like best believe I'm blocking, shush

This a three-man, this is ROYGBIV, huh, shit

What's up, pretti? Man, all these girls want you

I'm with pretti, yeah, oh

We make this shit pop out, then she need [?], oh

Uh-huh, I see it all

Hittin' on these hoes, I get 'em in

Dropped a bag at the mall, it was me and twin

Niggas hate the real, then shout and call [?] at the end

I would never fake, pussy boy, I'm not him

Bands even though we dead, boxin'

Still the old me, bitch it's Mr. Ten Figs

Still love my ex-bitch, I can never hit-and-quit

New York, I was fucked up, outside hittin' six

Huh, sticked up, huh, it's a stick

Pussy too wet, had to get her out my pants

"pretti, what you call that?" Yeah, my money dance

Niggas better fall back, thought I'd steal my [?]

Seein' red, I'm a rock star

Fuck what they said

That nigga literally got no bars, but he talk shit

I'm never alone

We outside on the mob shit, need a girl and that's it

Ha, uh, ha, ha, ha

Ha, ha, ha

Money counter go deep

Hit a bong and a blunt, got high like nosebleed

This beat so dank, put this shit on LiveLeak

Had a label comin' out a Benz, tryna sign me

I rock two of everything, closet Siamese

I don't know the size of my jeans, this shit in Chinese

Just hot-boxed three blunts, I know I reek

Crack pipe, if you think she love you, boy

Hittin' crack talk, up your moves, I'll buss you, boy

Even if you bring that pipe, you not untouchable

Even if you think you're weaponed, not gon' trust you, no