#ACTIVATED Xhris2Eazy

[Verse]
Thought that it was- thought that it was love, but that shit was really fucked-
Gotta-gotta keep it pushin' mister 'always keep my head up'
Glad I got a couple tricks up' my sleeve, Ima-Ima bust my nut, then I fucking leave
Yuh, flee the scene, Yuh, flee the scene, Yuh, flee the sc-
Pull up-Pull up to that fuckboy' door like it's trick or treat

(wait holon, holon holon!)
Based god papi, know you seen my swag, that shit hard uh

Hurt I, at the feet, walkin' like a cyclops
Time to type all my songs, Im finna get high as fuck
Thought that it was love, but that shit was really fucked up
Gotta keep it pushin' mister 'always keep my head up'
Glad I got a couple tricks up my sleeve, Ima bust my nut, then I fucking leave
Yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scеne
Pull up to that fuckboy door like its trick or treat
Yuh, I got lots of tricks, uh, I got lots of tricks, uh
I might fuck that bitch, uh, cum on that bitch, uh
Flеx on that bitch, uh, I might Jugg that bitch, uh
I might chuck yo shit, uh, I might chuck yo pack

[Verse2]
I finesse you out yo' racks, I finesse you out yo' stacks, uh
I love juggin packs, uh, I love fucking thots, uh
I love doin' drugs, uh, I love shootin' mops, uh
Always duckin' cops, only smoke creme of the crops
Sparkin' up this blunt and now I'm higher than a jet
Everyday I ball out, shoulda' played for the Jets, uh
With the-with the gang, countin' green, like I'm on the Jets
Hit that boy, with a bat, but I don't play for the Mets, uh