Текст песни
Ah the spirits are rising
What will they do oh
Juice it up Caprisun
Asian Bitch Kim Jun
Hiroshima blow it up
Feel like Giannis rim run
Getting bodies your bitch cum
Fuck shawties having fun
Sipping Johnny mixing rum
Blacking out then I die
Niggas been trapping but I'm still on ball
Killers on call
Sipping on drink then I might smoke a bowl
I'mma stand tall pillars to wall
Summon a demon I preach for the fall
Might be a hedonist reaching for walls
Whipping the Ferrari bitch better not stall
Go to the mall got new shoes got a new watch
Watching the drop
Watching my journey from bottom to top
Topping my last so they say I'm the drop
Copping the drip and I play with the watch
Shooters on deck and they never will flop
Shooters on deck like they keeping the glock
Keeping the glock but the glock don't pop
I just keep going I'm never gonna stop
I am the man and you're more like a prop
I am the hero and you are my opposition
Shoutout to baby this feel like a bop
Shoutout to bunnies I know they gonna hop
Yeah yeah yeah
Hop on this dick hop on this dick
Hop on this dick hop on this dick
Juice it up Caprisun
Your bitch fine she swallow my sons
Cock it back yeah handgun
Please don't fuck with the crew we the ones
Circling round like a rerun
Hitting every corner like a fucking DVD
Girl tryna fuck me
Her man wanna be E exclamation mark
The drama flows where I go that's why I keep the whip push to start
Skirt off like a dodge dart
Climbing the charts
Fuck a rhyme I'll put my dick behind bars
Her mouth wired shut à la carte
Shooting off because I'm a star
Stuck in her heart
Him em' up then took him to court
Beat the charge Marcus Smart