#ACTIVATED lyrics

[Verse]
Thought that it was- thought that it was love, but that sh*t was really f*cked-
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 f*cking leave
Yuh, flee the scene, Yuh, flee the scene, Yuh, flee the sc-
Pull up-Pull up to that f*ckboy' door like it's trick or treat

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

Hurt I, at the feet, walkin' like a cyclops
Time to type all my songs, Im finna get high as f*ck
Thought that it was love, but that sh*t was really f*cked 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 f*cking leave
Yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scеne
Pull up to that f*ckboy door like its trick or treat
Yuh, I got lots of tricks, uh, I got lots of tricks, uh
I might f*ck that b*tch, uh, c*m on that b*tch, uh
Flеx on that b*tch, uh, I might Jugg that b*tch, uh
I might chuck yo sh*t, 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 f*cking 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
Think I want my best? Uh, think I want my mess? Uh
Steppin on his neck, uh, step in on his neck, uh
I'ma f*ck this b*tch, uh, f*ck her till we dead
And the brain was so good, so I chopped off her head, uh