Ultraviolet

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Lucy Bedroque]
Crack pipe, if you think she love you, boy
Hittin' crack talk, up your moves, I'll buss you, boy
Even if you bring that pipe, you not untouchable
Even if you think you're weaponed, not gon' trust you, no

[Verse 1: Lucy Bedroque]
Hittin' crack pipe if you think that, better not go out
Yeah, right, bitch, I got the speakers blow out
I came in like T. Jermaine, yeah
I don't like the stage and don't like cameras in my face, yeah
Hit that— hit that— hit that moonwalk from that bit', I told her ass, "Beat it now"
I knew I was gonna shake the game since I was teethin', oh
They ain't believe the kid, them niggas some heathens, oh
I'm gon' have to drive me, my boy turned to speedin' now
I roll up this 'Wood, get this bitch the sake, oh
Huh, I go "brr" in that Kawasaki, oh
Give her Naruto, turn that bitch right into Sasuke
Grab my phone, like, best believe I'm blocking, shush
This a three-man, this is ROYGBIV, huh, shit
What's up, pretti? Man, all these girls want you
I'm with pretti, yeah, oh
We make this shit pop out, this shouldn't even be fair, oh
Uh-huh, schyeah, oh

[Verse 2: prettifun]
Hittin' on these hoes, I get 'em in
Dropped a bag at the mall, it was me and twin
Niggas fake the real, then show their colors at the end
I would never fake, pussy boy, I'm not him
Bands in the Louis bag, brought ten
Still the old me, bitch, it's Mr. Ten-Figs
Still love my ex-bitch, I can never hit-and-quit
New York, I was fucked up, outside hittin' cigs
Huh, stick tucked, huh, it's a SIG
Pussy too wet, had to get her out my pants
"pretti, what you call that?" Yeah, my money dance
Niggas better fall back, thoughts in my head
Seein' red, I'm a rockstar, fuck what they said
That nigga got no bars, but he talk shit
I'm never alone, we outside on mob shit
Need a girl and that's it
Hrr, hrr-hrr-hrr, hrr-hrr-hrr
Money counter go beep
Hit a bong and a blunt, got high like nosebleed
Did the beat so dirty, put this shit on LiveLeak
Had a label comin' out a Benz tryna sign me
I rock two of everything, closet Siamese
I don't know the size of my jeans, this shit in Chinese
Just hot-boxed three blunts, I know I reek

[Chorus: Lucy Bedroque & prettifun]
Crack pipe, if you think she love you, boy
Hittin' crack talk, up your moves, I'll buss you, boy
Even if you bring that pipe, you not untouchable
Even if you think you're weaponed, not gon' trust you, no