Lyrics Crystal Ball - Yahfs

I'm in this lambo, put that bitch in a sport mode
With my hoe, and she wanna slowpoke
She in red and she want some coke
I'm seein' red, tequila and Patron

Put a hole in my heart like the ozone
Have a nuclear bomb, n bitch be in my zone
Smoke like 30 cones, bitch I'm all alone
Think they seein sumn', that's a UFO

They wanna test their substance, take some city folk
We in the country like some bumpkins we some silly blokes
My wife said I gotta be honest, what she lying for
Sat me down with a pack of tarot cards and a crystal ball

She want me to make the bands stack up, until they hit the walls
So I'm on grind until my time is up, until I fall
I found a brand new family traveling around on pub crawls
And Y'know I'm glad that they all found me, I thought I was gone

Better go and take off on my bike because this road is long
Pack me up with extra air, if we crash, then we gon' need it son
Ride round in a sunburnt land, lan, lan, lan, lan
I'm in the blistering sun
I'm Looking around for somewhere to sleep I'm findin' the holy one

I don't know how they found out where I'm staying and where I'm at
I been duckin' and swervin' and staying alone
They got satellites on my back
I need them to be checking their messages
Like where they be throwing it at

I pull up in a Porsche and I'm getting it
Dunno why they acting so sad
I'm getting this money, do it for the hell of it
I'm getting this money, do it for the hell of it