Текст песни 2s3at3r (keroro) - Hi-C

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

(Hello)
Yeah (Beep)
Ah (Yeah)
Ah (Yeah)
Ah (Ah)
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah (Yeah)
Ah (Yeah)

Yeah, 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 two-liter
I'm pulling 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

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
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 (Okay)
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

Yeah (Beep), yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Yeah), ah (Ah, hello)
Yeah, yeah
Ah (Beep)

Yeah, she on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter (Beep)
I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her (Beep)
She suck me up like vacuum cleaner (Beep)
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 two-liter (Beep)
I'm pulling 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 (Beep)
She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her (Beep)
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird (Beep)
Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (Beep)
I cannot die broke, that's my only fear (Beep)

Beep, beep
Beep
(Blood, darkness, come unto me)