s4SUk3 (CurS3 M4rK) lyrics

[Intro]
Foreign off the lot, I'ma drop the top, then rockin' Chrome Hearts wife beater (yeah)
I'ma make a call to my eater, f*ck the bop, but don't need her (Yeah, yeah, SGT-HI-C)
I'ma f*ck the bop, but dont need her, f*ck the bop with my heater
I make the call to my geeker, pour the Wock' in 2 liter (Yeah, yeah)
Finna pop the pill with my geeker, pop the pill 'till easter
n*gga drop the top in the Beamer, we pullin' off in 2 seater
Buy 2 new Glocks, thats 2 red dots, sendin' too much shots in his beanie
Thats 2 red shots, call me 2 more bops, then give me top when I'm leanin'
Real psychonaut, n*gga blastin' off, geekin' off this DMT pen
Them toxic hoes my weakness
They ride the di*k, and then eat it

[Verse]
Yeah, vam-vampire bite, put a curse mark on her neck, Sas-Sasuke (oh, yeah)
Livin' in a nightmare, n*gga trapped with no escape (Heaven or Hell? Let's rock)
Feel like Jet Set Radio, n*gga put the AMG on skates (yeah, yeah)
Up a 20 ball on n*ggas, make 'em feel some type of way (yeah, yeah)
Let-Let his main b*tch top the gang
Reuse her throat the recycle way
Ridin' 'round with a Micro-Drac'
Mas-Masked up, the shiesty way (yeah)
Pick 'em off, the sniper way (yeah)
Heat 'em up like a microwave (yeah)
Pull-pull up, Dodge Viper, engine hiss the viper way (yeah, yeah)
Big ass scope on the rifle way
n*gga get drenched, ti-tidal wave
Hellcat, we take off, engine roaring out the gate
500 HP, 0 to 150 right away
Neck and wrist on ice age
Wrist on froze the icy way
Rap-rap n*ggas broke as f*ck, and they pus*y, by the way
Slim thick b*tch like Coi Leray
And she let me paint her face
Corner store, Plan B, hell nah shawty, can't be late
Chro-Chrome Hearts white tee, Evisu jeans, Bathing Ape
Geeked up, nitrous cartidges, inhale through the whippet tank
That lil' n*gga throwing shade
I don't give two f*cks, I was on fades
I'ma run these bands up either way
His main b*tch gon' let me f*ck and suck my bros up either way
f*ck her once, pass to my brothers
Balenci track runners
Ridin' with masked gunners
Canadian Goose puffer
Shroomie P's in a LV duffle
Let his main b*tch drink my load, eat my soul, Gho-Ghostbusters
Hit his main b*tch out the park just like Louisville Slugger
I rock Ricky O Ramones, pus*y boy better not scuff 'em
Hell-Hellcat, look at my engine humming
Paintjob orange, pumpkin
Trap jumpin' just like grasshoppers
Geeking on shroom gummies
On the shroomie stamps and I'm peakin'
You can take it or leave it
We pullin' off in that demon
Foreign off the lot and it's screechin'
Foreign off the lot, I'ma drop the top, then rockin' Chrome Hearts wife beater
I'ma make a call to my eater, f*ck the bop, but don't need her
I'ma f*ck the bop, but don't need her, f*ck the bop with my heater
I make the call to my geeker, pour the Wock' in two liter
Finna pop the pill with my geeker, pop the pill 'till easter
n*gga drop the top in that Beamer, we pullin' off in two seater
Buy two new Glocks, that's two red dots, sendin' too much shots at his beanie
That's 2 red shots, call me two more bops, said give me top when I'm leanin'
Real psychonaut, n*gga blastin' off, geeking off this DMT pen
Them toxic hoes my weakness
They ride the di*k and they eat it
sh*t off the top, turn it up a notch, you can put respect on my genius
Evisu arch filled up with knots, I told the b*tch to believe it
I told the b*tch to achieve it, bust a nut on her cleavage
Necklace on froze, it's anemic
f*ck up the rackies at Neiman's
[Outro]
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Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, this is too easy)
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