Lyrics SPRITE - Masked Man, Caim, Garrett.

SPRITE

Bitch i’m fried, we can get it poppin' if you really wanna try
I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye
I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly
Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite
Why you chasin' north stars in that North Face?
Stop claiming you a nomad, this a strange place
Get your body boxed up, laying underneath snakes
Got the sand drippin' toxins, let it lay waste from the waist up
Baby, I’ve been fiendin' off the venom from some pay stubs
Tell this lil' man «drop dead», get his wrist cut
Seraph on the hilltop blessin' up the village —
Hopin' I can’t get their bodies fucking X’d up
I’m bigger in real life I promise, chop a head in a gauntlet
I ain’t scared of a person
I fight like a boxer when i be dodging in Cursive, the demons surface
Is you ready to curve it?
cos I’m ready to worsen
I’m holding onto grudges like my name is Ju-On
My homies want you gone
Follow you for days til they cut you like groupon
Shit is you screwed on?
cos I wanna do wrong — we wanna do wrong, uh
We can get it poppin' if you really wanna try
I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye
I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly
Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite
Wockstar, Kaws, Murakami on me
Nothing from the mall on my body, not me
Rockstar jeans mixin' with the fall 'preme
Converse beat, I been stompin' in these
Big bitch on my hip, I am not about to fight
Bad bitch on my dick, beat the kitty, hit the lights
Cannon buster, I can’t die, Imma win the gunfight
Big chop wit a blade, he get slain on sight
We can get it poppin' if you really wanna try
I see through the smoke inside the scope and hit his eye
I just mixed a jigga with a tab I’m finna fly
Straight drop in the Fanta, I don’t mix it with the Sprite
Hey, what’s up with this shit?
I’ll put a bullet where your mouth is
Silver tip hitting when you talking all that bullshit
We the cool kids, we said fuck school, skip class
Don’t go, stay at home and do drugs
Here it’s all love, we got a family, heavenly
Making money like we run a few companies
Come around and you’ll get booted by the faculty
I fuck the secretary when you on the phone with me
So repeat after me, I got a few words —
You gotta follow if you ever wanna be heard
CANCEL be the cult for the kid with the beat up kicks
On the streets past 3 with his friends (yep!)