(Pressa: Verse 1)
Givenchy got me looking like a marker
White, blue, and red like hair America
And I'm a roll another pack soon as the pack is done
These niggas they in the street
Shit
I mix lemonade, Sprite, lemonade
My shoota on the run with my Nina
I pull up on a nigga like talkin shit now
Can't put my Glock down once I put my foot down
I'm in here in the trap doing accapella
Birds in the air call it hella
And my demon he a demon jump out of hell uh
Don't call hell uh, you can suck me hella nice
I'm a take thе chance and roll the dice
Littlе man now you don't drop off your wife
I'mma think about it but never twice
I don't catch feelings, I catch flights
No sport but I might catch a ball
And if you ain't got a gun then you a scrub
High school shit we flood the mall
On my referee shit I make a call
(funeralballoons: Verse 2)
Givenchy got me looking like a marker
White, blue, and red like hair America
And I'm a roll another pack soon as the pack is done
These niggas they in the street
Shit
I mix lemonade, Sprite, lemonade
My shoota on the run with my Nina
I pull up on a nigga like talkin shit now
Can't put my Glock down once I put my foot down
I'm in here in the trap doing accapella
Birds in the air call it hella
And my demon he a demon jump out of hell uh
Don't call hell uh, you can suck me hella nice
I'm a take thе chance and roll the dice
Littlе man now you don't drop off your wife
I'mma think about it but never twice
I don't catch feelings, I catch flights
No sport but I might catch a ball
And if you ain't got a gun then you a scrub
High school shit we flood the mall
On my referee shit I make a call
(funeralballoons: Verse 2)
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