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

Yeah, right, bitch, I got the speakers blow out

I came in like T. Jermaine, 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 bit', 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 **** some heathens, oh

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

I roll up this 'Wood, get 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, this shouldn't even be fair, oh

Uh-huh, schyeah, oh

Hittin' on these hoes, I get 'em in

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

**** fake the real, then show their colors at the end

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

Bands in the Louis bag, brought ten

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' cigs

Huh, stick tucked, huh, it's a SIG

Pussy too wet, had to get her out my pants

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

**** better fall back, thoughts in my head

Seein' red, I'm a rockstar, fuck what they said

That **** got no bars, but he talk shit

I'm never alone, we outside on mob shit

Need a girl and that's it

Hrr, hrr-hrr-hrr, hrr-hrr-hrr

Money counter go beep

Hit a bong and a blunt, got high like nosebleed

Did the beat so dirty, 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