Cherry (Intro)

[Intro]
I want a cherry on top
Dance
Swang, swang, swang, swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang
Swang, Bitch it’s Krishu and I rep that 23

[Hook]
I just cooked a hit up, Hands up this a stick up
These doors Gulf Wing, we don’t need fill up
We got Gas, I don’t need no pick up
We got the music, courtesy Willard, This is a PSA, courtesy Krishard
I was in the trap, wasn’t using no clicker, bro point-and-shoot, just like it’s Flickr
But ain’t this red beam looking like a fucking Cherry, on top?
Trackhawk drift like a sled, and it’s Rudolph on the Glock
She mix the Canada with the shots, make her heart stop, stop, stop
Came in the drop, look what bro brought
They let him in with the fa-fa-fa

[Verse 1]
I just made 6, in like 48
I been up, for like 36
Put AstroTurf up in like 30 zips
Re-seal, new label, call it Tris
Spenny crashеd like 30 whips
LA, me and Water madе 30 hits
That’s a dirty bitch, so I call her sis
Jugging out Alvin house, his mama home, so shit
Me and my mans, caught in a plan, hide all the work with the pots and pans
I don’t drug deal, do a rerock scam
Still in the Benz Truck, still eat SPAM
Break the bale down, just like Cam
Can’t tell me and twin apart, Chargers-Rams
Next lick need to be a 100 band jugg
One-100 band, 100 band, 100 band, 100 band
Would you still love me if I was down bad, broke? Wait hold up, don’t tell me I don’t care
Said she need a flight back, but I bought me a Moncler
She tell me that she gotta buy new hair
I’ma put my cards on the table, this Solitaire
Been running through this paper, I been cutting down forests
Me no corro, pero tú corres
.223s rearrange his face, he look like Lil Kim
Me and bro both got money, still made fun of him for those Rick’s
And that P-business boomin, we gon’ funnel in them strips
We set up gang, can’t get setup by a bitch
He fell in love, we took advantage, gang
Krishu

[Hook]
I just cooked a hit up, Hands up this a stick up
These doors Gulf Wing, we don’t need fill up
We got Gas, I don’t need no pick up
We got the music, courtesy Willard, This is a PSA, courtesy Krishard
I was in the trap, wasn’t using no clicker, bro point-and-shoot, just like it’s Flickr
But ain’t this red beam looking like a fucking Cherry, on top?
Trackhawk drift like a sled, and it’s Rudolph on the Glock
She mix the Canada with the shots, make her heart stop, stop, stop
Came in the drop, look what bro brought
They let him in with the fa-fa-fa

[Verse 2]
Shit, shit, shit, bro they coming, hide it, move it, take it, drive it
I’ma need you to pull off, in here it’s a fully, i’ma hit up bro, he gon hide it
My bro sip Red, my bitch pop Blues, we fly around the city clicking shit like we Spidey
And when I catch an opp, I like adlibs, I go grrrt-baow like Fivie
Lock us up, we don’t give a fuck, til indictment
I got like 5 hidden in the closet, I got [?] I been stifling
I’ll 007 right out, I’ll beat that shit again
Everytime I hit this bitch line for the quick jugg, she try to get gang to go fuck her friend
Krishu

[Hook]
I just cooked a hit up, Hands up this a stick up
These doors Gulf Wing, we don’t need fill up
We got Gas, I don’t need no pick up
We got the music, courtesy Willard, This is a PSA, courtesy Krishard
I was in the trap, wasn’t using no clicker, bro point-and-shoot, just like it’s Flickr
But ain’t this red beam looking like a fucking Cherry, on top?
Trackhawk drift like a sled, and it’s Rudolph on the Glock
She mix the Canada with the shots, make her heart stop, stop, stop
Came in the drop, look what bro brought
They let him in with the fa-fa-fa

[Outro]
Bitch it’s Krishu and I rep that 23