Ultraviolet

Lyrics

[Intro] (You're now tuned into 9lives Radio) (Lumina) [Chorus: Lucy Bedroque] 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 [Verse 1: Lucy Bedroque] 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 beliеve the kid, them niggas somе 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 [Verse 2: prettifun] Hittin' on these hoes, I get 'em in Dropped a bag at the mall, it was me and twin Niggas 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 Niggas better fall back, thoughts in my head Seein' red, I'm a rockstar, fuck what they said That nigga 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 [Chorus: Lucy Bedroque & prettifun] 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