Sunshine Christo - CIGS X PCP lyrics

Man these niggas say they real
But I know they aren't
They moving so dumb, I be moving smart
I don't got to prove to
Anyone I'm fucking hard
All I got to do to succeed is go fucking hard
Aim for the neck, man fuck a heart
These niggas tryna fuck
How they're all on my balls
How you wanna be my friend
But won't answer calls
How you tryna be real but afraid of laws
Dipping cigs in the PCP, fuck doing weed
Opiates got me swerving, yeah got me leaning
My body feel too good
Shit I think I'm dreaming
Fucked her too hard
Damn I think I'm creaming
Making songs so quick, yeah a nigga tweaking
You wanna judge me, feel free bitch
Make that money, count up them Benjamins
Serial numbers I ain't showing
Told them pull up and they ain't showing
Nigga's online way too much
Everyone thinks they're hard until
They get touched
Too many pills, yeah I'm in a rut
Not paying for shit, ha good luck
Wanna do a song with me, well okay, okay
Yeah
I don't got any other shit to do today yeah
Staying in good spirit's, yeah I fucking pray
Praying everyday cause God is hella real
Y'all got benched boy cause y'all
Not on the field
Called her a bitch, now she's in her feels
Lie to everybody, fuck being real
I'ma fuckin snake, never said that I wasn't
Fuck being a nerd, fuck being McLovin
Waiting for people to die
So I can smoke up all them packs
Waiting for my time
Time to make so many racks
Getting lost in the past, like a catacomb
Midget wanna fight, nigga you a gnome
LODM$ ruling shit like this is Rome
Talking to my friends but in
Reality I'm all alone