Ultraviolet lyrics

[Intro]
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(Lumina)

[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
That right, b*tch, I got the speakers blow out
I came in like [?], 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 b*tch
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, thеm n*ggas some heathens, oh
I'm gon' havе to drive me, my boy turned to speedin' now
I roll up this 'Wood, give this b*tch the sake, oh
Huh, I go "Brr" in that Kawasaki, oh
Give her Naruto, turn that b*tch right into Sasuke
Grab my phone, like best believe I'm blocking, shush
This a three-man, this is ROYGBIV, huh, sh*t
What's up, pretti? Man, all these girls want you
I'm with pretti, yeah, oh
We make this sh*t pop out, this shouldn't even be fair, oh
Uh-huh, I see it all
[Verse 2: prettifun]
Hittin' on these hoes, I get 'em in
Dropped a bag at the mall, it was me and twin
n*ggas fake the real, show their colors at the end
I would never fake, pus*y boy, I'm not him
Bands in the Louis bag, brought ten
Still the old me, b*tch, it's Mr.TenFigs
Still love my ex-b*tch, I can never hit-and-quit
New York, I was f*cked up, outside hittin' cigs
Huh, stick tucked, huh, it's a SIG
pus*y too wet, had to get her off my pants
"pretti, what you call that?" Yeah, my money dance
n*ggas better fall back, thoughts in my head
Seein' red, I'm a rock star, f*ck what they said
That n*gga literally got no bars, but he talk sh*t
I'm never alone, we outside on mob sh*t
Need a girl and that's it

[Bridge: prettifun]
Ha, uh, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha

[Verse 3: prettifun]
Money counter go deep
Hit a bong and a blunt, got high like nosebleed
This beat so dank, put this sh*t 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 sh*t 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