citrus

[Intro]

紙吹雪

[Verse 1]

N-N-Niggas want the smoke

So I sent them to the east

Ain't no southwest

We ain't making money on these streets

Flame up, like my name is Johnny Test (Uh)

Too fast, you know, Super Sonic-esque (Uh)

Too bad, you know, 'cause I do it better

Dive in, know this, 'cause she's getting wetter

Same for the week, same for the month

Too sour, notice, 'cause it's all citrus

[Chorus]

C. I. T. R. U. double S. (Double S)

Talking down on us, fuck, nigga, you know we the best

C. I. T. R. U. S. S

If I got bands, huh, you already know I'm finna flex

C. I. T. R. U. double S. (Double S)

Left-right, we gon' have to blow him in his chest

Let him lay it down, 'cause you know you gotta rest

I-I-I want my money, pass it over with a check

[Verse 2]

You gon' wear the clothes, and I'mma wear the garments

24, this my year shining

Two four, look at all the diamonds

24, golden with the timing

I'mma keep on running, huh, you can come and find me

I'mma keep on blowing up, labels tryna sign me

I'mma keep it rolling on, you know where to find me

(You know where to find me)

[Chorus]

C. I. T. R. U. double S. (Double S)

Talking down on us, fuck, nigga, you know we the best

C. I. T. R. U. S. S

If I got bands, huh, you already know I'm finna flex

C. I. T. R. U. double S. (Double S)

Left-right, we gon' have to blow him in his chest

Let him lay it down, 'cause you know you gotta rest

I-I-I want my money, pass it over with a check