Текст песни Cirque Du Soleil - Vietto

It's so many straps in here thought it was a gun parade
My bro he light skin just like Drake, but he walk with the drac'
Feel like BK every day 'cause I'm having my way
Gotta bad bitch with me she freak like Cirque Du Soleil
She thought she was gonna buss it ain't even wanna fuck her today
She gon do the wake and bake like Zenday' make some shake
He don't want no beef 'cause we cooking like Steak and Shake
If I ain't catch him on the block catch him in the hallways
Hadda pop a couple pills she fucking all day
And we run 'round the lobby feel like Peewee Longway

I pray this lil' boy don't make me show him who I am
And I got stripes up in these streets like hoes and Uncle Sam
No I cant link up with you niggas, bitch I'm not Abraham
I got plugs they up in Amsterdam and Birmingham
Please don't act like you big shit you can die on Instagram
It's already dark as fuck in here don't need no pentagram
We gon' cook his ass likes yams, spread his blood like jam
I walk around blam, it make a nigga scram
After I wet up his whole block I might need Cunningham

Hit like Kato, shoot like 8 0
Spin two times 'round like tornadoes
he won't play though, soft like playdough
Hadda lay low, ice like Fabo
I'm ayetto, fast like Pedro
Good bad bitch do what I say so
It's okay though in Rodeo
Pulled up in Off-White like mayo