USSR CHRISTO

Lyrics

[Hook] Sunshine Christo, bitch I keep a pistol Lower down that window Bullets fly out like missiles, and I make sure they won't miss you Diving board nigga, cause I make sure to flip you Take a trip to the doctors, I'ma sick you [Verse 1] Tote a hammer, USSR Christo USSR Christo, I'm so high, I'm in space Motorhead Christo, bitch I want the Ace of Spades My cup is so filled up with dirty lemonade In my whip, blasting Black Kray, down the interstate It's a Sunday, but I trap like it's a Monday Everyday feels like a Monday, I hate Monday I'm so fucking hungover, sometimes I wish was sober I want the main plate, I don't want leftovers Getting so lucky, I don't need a four clover Bitch I'm mad dumb cause I never did my homework [Bridge] Shy guy, but I'm not a Shy Guy I'ma live guy, watch me ride by Watch me slide by, slip and slide by Spend one night, then I tell her goodybe Goodbye [Verse 2] Fuck YouTube, bring back ECBP Free ECBP that nigga was the MVP EmoChaoBankrollPosse, don't terminate their channel over nothing Over nothing USSR Christo, hammer and a sicke Fly around like a seagull, I'ma take your shit yeah Fuck sharing shit, I don't wanna be a communist, I just wanna be rich Money in my pocket, doesn't matter where I got it If I want it, I'ma rob it If I want it, I'ma cop it Where'd your phone go, I think you lost it I'ma help you search for it, while it sits in my pocket [Hook] Sunshine Christo, bitch I keep a pistol Lower down that window Bullets fly out like missiles, and I make sure they won't miss you Diving board nigga, cause I make sure to flip you Take a trip to the doctors, I'ma sick you