#ACTIVATED

Lyrics

[Verse] Thought that it was- thought that it was love, but that shit was really fucked- 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 fucking leave Yuh, flee the scene, Yuh, flee the scene, Yuh, flee the sc- Pull up-Pull up to that fuckboy' door like it's trick or treat (wait holon, holon holon!) Based god papi, know you seen my swag, that shit hard uh Hurt I, at the feet, walkin' like a cyclops Time to type all my songs, Im finna get high as fuck Thought that it was love, but that shit was really fucked 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 fucking leave Yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scene, yuh, flee the scеne Pull up to that fuckboy door like its trick or treat Yuh, I got lots of tricks, uh, I got lots of tricks, uh I might fuck that bitch, uh, cum on that bitch, uh Flеx on that bitch, uh, I might Jugg that bitch, uh I might chuck yo shit, 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 fucking 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 fuck this bitch, uh, fuck her till we dead And the brain was so good, so I chopped off her head, uh