Lyrics M30! - Apollo Gold

I'm looking for the blue M30s
People call them perks but I believe they're Fentanyl
Anyways i'll be here I'm a homeless man
Hi, excuse me bus, AHHH!

Ever-present
The time is now no tomorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow
The time is now no tomorrow
Bitch I feel like a pharaoh
On my carpet, bitch like Aladdin I got magic, I got elixirs on me
Harry Potter, yeah I got scars and they scary
Voldemort with no nose hit you like a fairy
Blue Dust, Blue Pump
Pussyboy I take your lunch, I got racks uh
I got diamonds interlocking on my bag uh
One look and your girl not coming back yuh (you know she love me)
Provolone and Mozzarella put it on the table and I eat it with my fats
Uh, Amino acids back
I got prosciutto in my lap (stack it, stack it)
Baby, yeah you know bumble bees like heart attack
Yeah transform, yeah you know I spaz right up on the track
Neon lights you know they take back and forth to Mars
I am alien (weeeoo weeooo)
Yeah my bitch, she like Iggy she Australian
Fat ass, Pretty face and a scaly waist
Goyard print, Goyard, Goyard tint uh
Yeah she love it, yeah she sucking right up on the woah

You know she love me
(The stick in the back of the LV, uh LV)
I can't get her off me
(Love me, Love me)
(Say that you love me)
I get the Wok I break it down, come straight lovely
(Straight with the 40, crush the OG up)
Yeah, Yeah sippin' the cup
Sippin' the, Sippin' the what?
Sippin' the, Sippin' the what?
Sippin' the

Yeah I'm lit and I'm wealthy
I all bageutte the pendent
Wok all in the cup and I'm hella independent
I pour a four up, then I sip it till it's empty
Sip it till it's empty *uhu uhuh* all up in her Fenty
My bitch want some underwear I only cop her Fenty
Walk her at the penty
20 bitches plenty
I'm all on the wrist, I put baguettes all on my necklace
Uh Huh, I get the check bitch and I keep a Tec bitch
I move the pack for the 10 bands
Tossing the brick to the mailman
Pour a four of that wok in a red can
*woop* giving that bell, man

I got the white vans full of Wok
I Stack the fridge like a mailman
I got the keys to the Rolls-Royce
International flights like its Panam
Rode Mic my hip, uh, Right foot on my hip, yuh
What the fuck does that mean, uh
Playing twister with my bitches bitch
Yeah you know you she love it, Yeah she always want to kick shit
Netflix squid games and I hit you with the 45
Square on my head boy yeah I'm about to die
Yeah I'm seeing God and the fucking seven shrines
Pyramids on me when I'm boutta to die
Yeah you know Evil all with the seeing eye
Sippin' the cup
Sippin' the, Sippin' it, Sippin' it up
We Sippin' it up