Archive lyrics

(archive)

(If you're not trill, then die.)

(Chorus)

I Just pulled up I got on that
I Just pulled up I got on that Archive
And I'm rapping on beat by
Know the beat here made by Archive
Put on glasses they think I'm a Smart guy
Twin gon' gun them down like it's the war time
She done spin back on me, it's the fourth time
12 Take the blick then I'm upping my sword now
Know my family straight, my people good
No, I can't pass that f*cking wood
I wish a motherf*cker would
I push up bape jeans in the hood (Rah)

(Verse)

Lil' b*tch you better pick up the phone, when I'm calling your sh*t
Can't f*ck with a stank hoе, I got a bankroll, I got a f*ck with a baller lil' b*tch (Rah)
The racks keep calling my phone
Thе sh*t keep on ringing and ringing and I ain't never told em' leave me alone
He tried to run up on the gang, caught a 556 bullet straight to his dome
If she wanna f*ck, then I'm pushing up but I'm never dropping my lo
Can't even risk no sh*t like that
KD wrist flick I shoot back
Jit ass rollin' off that flat
n*gga's Sherm, be telling like rats
Make a n*gga twitch like max
Told that b*tch send me my racks
I been stackin' up the pape, But I just can't stay out the way
2025 I'm feelin' great, 20v1 The b*tches love me
He talk down, turn him to mummy
Pushin' weight no treadmill running
Pushin' weight done served the fiends
My brother love sippin' the lean
My mother love me just for me
Ain't cakin' b*tch I'm trying to grease
Gas smelly stankin' need febreze
Can't bring the fye, I got to leave
I'm trying to f*ck the b*tch here teasing
Pull up b*tch I need a reason, I was robbing twin was scheming
Sorry bae I got to leave you
They know I'm married to the green, man
(Chorus)

I Just pulled up I got on that
I Just pulled up I got on that Archive
And I'm rapping on beat by
Know the beat here made by Archive
Put on glasses they think I'm a Smart guy
Twin gon' gun them down like it's the war time
She done spin back on me, it's the fourth time
12 Take the blick and I'm upping my sword now
Know my family straight, my people good
No, I can't pass that f*cking wood
I wish a motherf*cker would
I push up bape jeans in the hood (Rah)
Lil' b*tch you better pick up the phone, when I'm calling your sh*t
Can't f*ck with a stank hoe, I got a bankroll, I got a f*ck with a baller lil' b*tch (Rah)