Lyrics Send You To the Sun - scxlez

I'm a fucking demon
Damn, i know what i am
I'ma make it even
When i pull up with that strap
Tipsy off this pressure
Man, this blunt got like 6 grams
I mean it is like whatever
6 on 6 on-
Damn

I'm a fucking demon
Damn, i know what i am
I'ma make it even
When i pull up with that strap
Tipsy off this pressure
Man, this blunt got like 6 grams
I mean it is like whatever
Sticks on 6 on hand

He was talkin' tough
But got exposed up on the 'gram
How you flirtin' with a minor
But you rap about your bands?
I ain't scared of pussies
Who can count their girl's age on their hands
Faggot called me corny
But gon' get fucked in the slam

Pass the bowl, pass the bong
Gettin' faded all night long
So this song, s- so this song
Hits harder in my head
Baby throw that thong
Know that you been wrong
It's been way too long
Throw you on the bed

W- what?
Now this bitch boy wanna run?
Fuck
Pussy, whatchu runnin' from?
From this gun?
Thought you was gonna press me just for fun?
Holos send you
Send you to the sun

On my ma, i cop the bag
That's all i know it for
Smoke out gang for older times
When we was on the floor
Buy lil bro a beamer
To make up for bein' poor
And struggling to pay the rent
When i was only four

Count the paper for my haters
Who said i'll never make it
Why you hatin'? on my dick
Bitch, how's the fuckin' flavor?
My bank just called to let me know
That this the biggest statement
Since george bush let us all know
That world trade done hit the pavement

Count the numbers, count the zeroes
Bitch, i always get my payment
Don't you dare check out on me
Faggot, i'm the one for blamin'
Everybody wanna ask who's god
I'll tell you, i can name him
He is me, i am him
I am your fucking savior

Count the paper for my haters
Who said i'll never make it
Why-

Bitches wanna step to me
But tippy toe their way up?
I look down on you, lil boy
And i'ma make you pay up
You actin' stupid, elusive
What'd you say, huh?
Maybe this stick will make you speak up
That clout makin' you play up

I just bought an ounce just for the week
'Cause i smoke like a machine, pass my green
Sober is a lower form of living
Trust me, i'd rather be up in the clouds
Than on the streets
That's why i make this music
That's why i make these beats

What?
Now this bitch boy wanna run?
Fuck
Pussy, whatchu runnin' from?
From this gun?
Thought you was gonna press me just for fun?
Holos send you
Send you to the-

What?
Now this bitch boy wanna run?
Fuck
Pussy, whatchu runnin' from?
From this gun?
Thought you was gonna press me just for fun?
Holos send you
Send you to the sun