Sunshine Christo - USSR CHRISTO lyrics

Sunshine Christo, bitch I keep a pistol
Lower down that window
Bullets fly out like missiles
And I make sure they won't miss you
Diving board nigga
Cause I make sure to flip you
Take a trip to the doctors, I'ma sick you

Tote a hammer, USSR Christo
USSR Christo, I'm so high, I'm in space
Motorhead Christo
Bitch I want the Ace of Spades
My cup is so filled up with dirty lemonade
In my whip, blasting Black Kray
Down the interstate it's a Sunday
But I trap like it's a Monday
Everyday feels like a Monday, I hate Monday
I'm so fucking hungover
Sometimes I wish was sober
I want the main plate
I don't want leftovers
Getting so lucky, I don't need a four clover
Bitch I'm mad dumb cause I
Never did my homework

Shy guy, but I'm not a Shy Guy
I'ma live guy, watch me ride by
Watch me slide by, slip and slide by
Spend one night, then I tell her goodybe
Goodbye

Fuck YouTube, bring back ECBP
Free ECBP that nigga was the MVP
EmoChaoBankrollPosse, don't terminate their
Channel over nothing over nothing
USSR Christo, hammer and a sicke
Fly around like a seagull
I'ma take your shit yeah
Fuck sharing shit, I don't
Wanna be a communist, i just wanna be rich
Money in my pocket
Doesn't matter where I got it
If I want it, I'ma rob it
If I want it, I'ma cop it
Where'd your phone go, I think you lost it
I'ma help you search for it
While it sit's in my pocket

Sunshine Christo, bitch I keep a pistol
Lower down that window
Bullets fly out like missiles
And I make sure they won't miss you
Diving board nigga
Cause I make sure to flip you
Take a trip to the doctors, I'ma sick you