Luisss - Arcteryx (Fukit Drill) lyrics

Grrah, grrah
(Yeah, what the fuck going on, Maajins?)

These niggas copyin' me, they a parrot, uh
(Yeah, yeah, fuck it, uh)
The Glock finna wet up bro, he got Arc'teryx
I spin on his block, I'm a tear it
(Yeah, yeah, fuck it, uh)
Givenchy, Balenci', you know that I wear it
Bow block, I'm finna spin it and bend it
(I said yeah, yeah, fuck it)
Hit up Melrose, you know I'ma spend it
I done called up to drive, you know he run it
(I said yeah, yeah, fuck it)
Finna leave her on seen, but I read it
(Grrah) i'ma up it and toast 'em
(I just pulled up on this bitch)
Bitch, I keep a G-Lock in the holster
(All my diamonds dance)
Skrrt off in a Tesla Roadster
(I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch, skrrt)


Kickin' shit, but this not Barcelona
(Oh, woah, out in France)
Took your girl to Fashion Nova
(Already said my money twerkin'
Grrah-grrah) then, I took her to Bossa nova
(Watch my money dance)
Glock doin' TikToks like Rockstarbosa
(Why I keep takin' X?)
And the beat go off, feel like I'm Sosa
(What?)

Uh, fuck it
(Ecstasy, know it's not the best for me)
Called up Dakota, so he gon' up it
(Her sex for me
I know it's not the best for me)
But, I feel like I'm DAMI
I'm slidin' in public
My bitch bad, toxic, but I love it, uh
I feel like G Herbo, I run it
(I just went and put the fuckin' top)
When I bring out the Glock
Know he started runnin' (Grrah, pa)
I'm finna bust it
(You could say that I was down
But we up now)
I make a band in a day, you make hunnids
See how fast I turn nothin' to somethin'
(Just pulled up on they ass)
You came from nothin', but
Still ain't nothin', damn
Block got Barettas and tools
(Jeepers Creepers
Heard it's two hundred on the dash)
Fifteenhunnid over any damn crew
(Fifteenhunnid, hehe)
Bitch shot at your shoes
'Cause if you not gang, then you cannot bool
(I gave her the skeeters, call my Uber
Then I dash)
I keep a stick on my head like a bull
(And I like this not at all
And I know that for a fact)
He talk on the net
Shoot that boy through the Zoom
Your bitch blow like a tissue
(Yeah, rockin' CDG but it's Homme Plus
Yeah) come up to me, nigga, yeah
What's the issue?
I got Barretta and beams, it's gon' hit you
(Mix the Issey Miyake jeans
With the Chrome Hearts, yeah)
Put the Glock to your lips, yeah
It's gon' kiss you put you on white tee
Your family gon' miss you
(Just got a cold heart)
I don't even know you, nigga
Why did I diss you?
Gonna hop out with a mo'fuckin' missile
Feel like Yeat
Hit you with a bell then kill you (Fuck it
That's that me against the world part)
Fuck it (Yeah! Yeah) , uh i said
(Woo)

These niggas copyin' me, they a parrot, uh
The Glock finna wet up bro, he got Arc'teryx
I spin on his block, I'm a tear it
(Yeah, yeah, fuck it, uh)
Givenchy, Balenci', you know that I wear it
Bow block, I'm finna spin it and bend it
(I said yeah, yeah, fuck it)
Hit up Melrose, you know I'ma spend it
I done called up to drive, you know he run it
Finna leave her on seen, but I read it
(Grrah) i'ma up it and toast 'em
(I just pulled up on this bitch)
Bitch, I keep a G-Lock in the holster
(All my diamonds dance)
Skrrt off in a Tesla Roadster
(I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch, skrrt)
Kickin' shit, but this not Barcelona
(Oh, woah, out in France)
Took your girl to Fashion Nova
(Already said my money twerkin'
Grrah-grrah) then, I took her to Bossa nova
(Watch my money dance)
Glock doin' TikToks like Rockstarbosa
(Why I keep takin' X?)
And the beat go off, feel like I'm Sosa

Fuck it