Songtexte Round 1 - Nickk

I'm about to thrash over the beat like I'm a rock star
I been pouring purple in the cup like a wok star
You said I wont snitch say it all up in the cop car
Up to standard on the course your not even top par
Bitch your not even top eleven
I'm about to blast up off the map like it's ascension
Send him up to heaven talk to god now he ascending
Type to chase the name you ride the rod they gonna mention
Even if you got a phd then you're still flopping
Why'd you say that you compete with me but your not topping?
You could put eight sides around me red but I'm not stopping
Seen a fire sale then picked it up cus I been copping
I been sipping on that dead shot no daiquiri
Why'd you buy that laser like you still got no accuracy
What's the point of lifting if you do it unnaturally
Why'd you bring a gram that's a joke your matching me?
Took him through a teleporter after we smoking five
Puffin that Zavoyski stole the pack we getting high
Blunt hit like a bullet shot a Kennedy through his eye
Money looking blue it's not a perk but it quick revive
I'm the type to bowie on a bitch like a keep a knife
I'm not even russian any beat call me Nikolai
Had to spray him down to the floor saliquify
Basically I'm on here talking different to simplify

She want me to double tap
Two ks I'm gonna double strap
Popped em wit a wunderwaffe while they was in a bubble bath
Flirting on the bumble app
Two shots in this blundergat
Puff electric cherry spark it up inhale and feel a zap
Puff electric cherry spark it up inhale and feel a zap
Puff electric cherry spark it up inhale and feel a zap

They gonna kill you right up off the top you gon die rising
Buried underground we took a transit we not flying
Blasted em away you're paralyzed can you stop trying
Really not about to open up you can stop prying
Saying you gonna slide on me but stuck in the gondola
Stalking on the insta like you wanted a follower
Don't forget the balls baby love a real swallower
Even if I hit it then I'm still not gon follow her
You the type to settle with that shit and just say fine
I'm the type to sip exotic pop this a widows wine
I'm about to pig out on the pussy she not a swine
About to drop a fucking time bomb go back in time
Bitches looking basic off the drink I'm like who's who
Popped him in his Frankenstein and knocked out a loose screw
You still sleep the music like alarms but you can't snooze
Get up in the box and stretch it out change the field of view
MP forty off the wall kickback it pack a punch
Spin em all in circles run a train we gon lap a bunch
He put that on Brenda but you know he gon cap a bunch
My boys really claimed you as the captain of getting crunched
Get exotic pack from outta state straight from Oregon
Keep a couple files with some hits in a storage bin
Faker then a bitch you acting something like porcelain
Talking to Samantha tryna find out my origins