SPRITE - Masked Man, Caim, Garrett.

Bitch i’m fried, we can get it poppin' if you really wanna try

I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye

I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly

Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite

Why you chasin' north stars in that North Face?

Stop claiming you a nomad, this a strange place

Get your body boxed up, laying underneath snakes

Got the sand drippin' toxins, let it lay waste from the waist up

Baby, I’ve been fiendin' off the venom from some pay stubs

Tell this lil' man «drop dead», get his wrist cut

Seraph on the hilltop blessin' up the village —

Hopin' I can’t get their bodies fucking X’d up

I’m bigger in real life I promise, chop a head in a gauntlet

I ain’t scared of a person

I fight like a boxer when i be dodging in Cursive, the demons surface

Is you ready to curve it?

cos I’m ready to worsen

I’m holding onto grudges like my name is Ju-On

My homies want you gone

Follow you for days til they cut you like groupon

Shit is you screwed on?

cos I wanna do wrong — we wanna do wrong, uh

We can get it poppin' if you really wanna try

I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye

I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly

Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite

Wockstar, Kaws, Murakami on me

Nothing from the mall on my body, not me

Rockstar jeans mixin' with the fall 'preme

Converse beat, I been stompin' in these

Big bitch on my hip, I am not about to fight

Bad bitch on my dick, beat the kitty, hit the lights

Cannon buster, I can’t die, Imma win the gunfight

Big chop wit a blade, he get slain on sight

We can get it poppin' if you really wanna try

I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye

I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly

Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite

Hey, what’s up with this shit?

I’ll put a bullet where your mouth is

Silver tip hitting when you talking all that bullshit

We the cool kids, we said fuck school, skip class

Don’t go, stay at home and do drugs

Here it’s all love, we got a family, heavenly

Making money like we run a few companies

Come around and you’ll get booted by the faculty

I fuck the secretary when you on the phone with me

So repeat after me, I got a few words —

You gotta follow if you ever wanna be heard

CANCEL be the cult for the kid with the beat up kicks

On the streets past 3 with his friends (yep!)