euphoria

I can't say too much cause my niggas they be making noise
Watch how I jump out the bed with a Glock 19 like its b04
Play her like strings I ain't talking guitar
You on earth but I'm somewhere in mars
You might just see me and Che up in charts
Ain't nun but I'm goddamn sure

Can't fuck with no goddamn whore you know
Give me the ball ima score you know
It's 4ersona I'm throwing up four you know
Ima shoot out the rue like Euphoria
And I did it again thought I fucked on your friend, but you don't even know half the story Though
And it's like little spec doesn't run out of drank so I tell the lil nigga to pour me up
I got a Glock like its BO3
Bitch its 4ersona you not on my team
I got a Glock and it came with a beam green

He ain't even on my team
He ain't even trying to win I said again
I had to cut off some friends
Demon in my phone talking bout' a plan
(Yea... yea)
Feel like duwap kaine
He tried to run but no he can't (Yeah yeah)
I'm stuck in a box some ways
I'm stuck and I'm lost some ways
My bitch she bad she lost some weight
He want a feat it's gon cost em wait
Jump in the sauce and I lost'ed em wait

How far we going like all the way
Bitch ima ball, Penny Hardaway
She made me throw all my heart away
I had to go through the harder days
I got a plug say he "Pardon me"
I'm a real nigga its part of me
Got number nine with the Prada jeans
He take my chain then I start a scene

Tell that nigga we is not the same
Me, che and kash going all the way
Told her baby I'm one call away
Niggas be sleep but I'm quite awake
Bipolar I told her I'm lying I think
Bitch I'm wearing mink, and Prada my jeans
Told her bless me up like a nigga done sneezed
She fuck with the gang cause we buzzing like bees

And most of these niggas they not in my rink
Bottega its pink
She wet like a sink
Get put on a tee
Like give me your ring
I got a lil broad and she Vietnamese
Like bitch I'm too sick
Like I'm a disease
I hop right on Grailed just to cop me a piece
If my nigga hungry I told him to feast
Get shot in the lung
He can't even breathe

(Skirr)
What you doing don't please her
Bape on me, please don't touch my jacket or my T-Shirt
IRL's be laughing think it's funny I don't need them
TrackHawk was to fast they was like no I didn't see them

I bought a white tee, most these niggas they can't see me
With Spec I feel like bee cause these niggas wanna be me
And my bitch a barbie like she came from Gonja
He want a feature nigga we gone fine him
Lil bitch on me got designer
And I been serving all these niggas like Diners
With a chop on me
I got a Milly no rock on me
I got like two no Pac on me
And I can't name a nigga that's stopping me
Like she wanna fuck, Kay, Flock on me
I been on top now that lil bitch she topping me
Lil bitch I made it don't fuck with no floppery
I might just catch me a body that glock on me

They call me the bandman
Me and Che got bands man
They don't understand man
I'm too hot no fan-fan

I got a drank like Kankan
My bitch she bad and she slamming like Bambam
Bitch ima shoot out the roof when I point it like Xanman
My tint is dark like it came with a tan man

I told her give me one chance
Put her right in a trance
Slime but the room all red
I can't fuck with a fan

Three on his head like Chance
You ain't slide with yo mans
I promise it really depends
Slide with a mac on blast

We can't have no truce no
We might shoot on mute
Wrist hurt when I shoot
Ricks look like a boot
I can't even choose her
Che just got a 38. might aim at your medulla
Told her I ain't knew her

Choppa got yellow, green beam like Jamaica
Bitch I'm a God man I feel like the savior
And I go to Balenci to get that shit tailored
Romani spec what the fuck is you saying
I get you gone for a band and a band
Don't fuck with niggas like Ku Klux Klan
Give a fuck what you saying I'm smoking this plant