2s3at3r ( keroro)

[Hook]
Smoking on gas and I know that you hear
Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better
One nigga tried to finesse but I'm too clever
Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter
Bad little bitch for the streets, bro, you knew better
If you knew better then nigga, you'd do better
Fuck on that blue haired bitch, Hatsune Miku
Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

[Bridge]
Yah (Bih) Ahh (Yah)
Ahh (Ahh)
Ahh (Ahh)
Yah (Ooh)
Yah (Ooh)
Yah, yah, yah
Ahh (Yah)
Ahh

[Chorus]
Yuh, she on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter
I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her
She suck me up like vacuum cleaner
She suck me up, your bitch a Soul Eater
I hit that ho out the park, Derek Jeter
I pour the Hi-Tech inside of a 2-liter
I'm feeling up on your bitch in a two-seater
I really want that lil' bitch but I don't need her
How the fuck you fall in love with a broke nigga?
Why the fuck she tell her friends that I go with her?
I'm smoking gas to the face but won't smoke with her
She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird
Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear
I cannot die broke, that's my only fear

[Hook]
Smoking on gas and I know that you hear
Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better
One nigga tried to finesse but I'm too clever
Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter
Bad little bitch for the streets, bro, you knew better
If you knew better then nigga, you'd do better
Fuck on that blue haired bitch, Hatsune Miku
Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

[Verse]
Too many bitches, don't know who to choose
She know Hi-C is a radical dude
Diamonds on me, come in so many hues
That's why I'm red 'cause I'm not in the mood
I'm not enough, pouring red in the juice
I'm pulling off, getting head in the coupe
I paint her face like I'm playing Splatoon
I pop a bean 'cause it give me a boost
Smoke light green like Keroro
Got bad hoes on my camera phone
Racks on racks, got hoes on hoes
Walk in the mall, got rows on rows
Your bitch weak in the knees, D Rose
Spilt the Hi-Tech on my Bape camo
Hi-C the one, bitch, I suppose
Nigga know how I rock and roll, yuh

[Bridge]
(Bih) Yah (Ahh)
Yah (Yah) Ahh
(Ahh) Yah, yah (Ahh)
Ahh (Bih)

[Chorus]
Yuh (Bih) She on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter (Bih)
I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her (Bih)
She suck me up like vacuum cleaner
She suck me up, your bitch a Soul Eater
I hit that ho out the park, Derek Jeter (Bih)
I pour the Hi-Tech inside of a 2-liter
I'm feeling up on your bitch in a two-seater
I really want that lil' bitch but I don't need her
How the fuck you fall in love with a broke nigga?
Why the fuck she tell her friends that I go with her? (Bih)
I'm smoking gas to the face but won't smoke with her (Bih)
She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her (Bih)
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird
Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (Bih)
I cannot die broke, that's my only fear (Bih)

[Outro]
(Bih, bih, bih)
Blood, darkness, come unto me!