(You're now tuned into 9lives Radio) (Lumina) 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 untouchabl' Even if you think you're weaponed, not gon' trust you, no Hittin' crack pipe if you think that, better not go out That right, bitch, I got the speakers blow out I came in like, yeah I'ma light the stage and don't like cameras in 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 [?] some heathens, oh I'm gon' have to drive me, my boy turned to speedin' now I roll up this 'Wood, give this bitch the, 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, bitch I just brought, huh, shit What's up Pretti? Man, all these girls want you I'm with Pretti, yeah, oh We make this shit pop out, then she need, oh Uh-huh, I see it all Hittin' on these hoes, I get 'em in Drop the bag at the mall, it was me and twin Niggas hate the real, then shout and call [?] at the end I would never fake, pussy boy, I'm not him Bands even though we dead, boxin' Still the old man, bitch you're Mr. Ten Face Still love my ex-bitch, I can never hit-and-quit New York, I was fucked up, outside hittin' six Huh, sticked up, huh, it's a stick Pussy too wet, had to get her out my pants Pretti, what you call that? Yeah, my money dance Niggas better fall back, thought I'd steal my Seein' red, I'm a rock star Fuck what they said That nigga literally got no bars, but he talk shit I'm never alone We outside on the mob shit, need a girl and that's it Ha, uh, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha Money counter go deep Hit a bong and a blunt, got high like nosebleed This beat so dank, 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 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 untouchabl' Even if you think you're weaponed, not gon' trust you, no