Ce Lyrics – Nettspend

[Intro]
What? What? What?
Wait, yeah, yeah
Fu*k, yeah

[Chorus]
Fu*k the show, I don’t wanna pull up ’cause my Gucci on, uh
Bouncing out with blackout in— it’s blackout in my lungs
Behind the scenes, they wanna be us and that s*it fu*king sucks
My life changed for the better, but I’m always gon’ hold you up

[Verse 1]

Took a dip, the fu*k? I got diamonds in my cup, uh
Pervert, I can’t bust, five times for me, I woke up, uh
I’m in the woods, what the fu*k? Drag me through the mud, uh
Wh*res calling me , I’m on Forbes, you can look me up, uh-huh
Nettspend got the bucks, views look good, I wanna pour up, uh
Post and delete, that’s us
Unarchive something ’cause you wan’ fu*k
Momma’s looking up, me and trio tryna go up
My fans in the trees, yeah, I told ce to stitch my jeans
I’m repping through the Creed, it’s Baccarat, this ain’t no Creed, uh
I’m playing with the seed, if I’m Adam, then you Eve, uh
Apple in my eye, snake in my neck, it bit me, uh
I ain’t tryna waste no time ’cause right now, this s*it tricky, huh

[Bridge]
(Ride for me)
A lil’ tricky, I love how you get me (Ride for me)
See me through misty (What)
Turn up, put in the disc, B (What, what, what, what, what, what)
Uh, mm, uh

[Chorus]
Fu*k the show, I don’t wanna pull up ’cause my Gucci on, uh
Bouncing out with blackout in— it’s blackout in my lungs
I’m going dumb, ho, yeah, my mic is fu*ked up, up

I got gloves on when I whip the truck, though

[Verse 2]
Ain’t seen you in months, how I’ma let you hit my blunt?
I beat the case and stunt, I got babies like a nun
She want me to put it on her tongue, but I might just be too drunk
I just fu*ked a Catholic ho, I just nailed this fu*king nun
I just— I-I just— I just nailed this fu*king nun
I just finger fu*k the gun, ce slump up on the rug
Baby, rock, I’m having fun
She put her hands up when she suck
I dump back, tripping on— yeah
Yeah, yeah, Quagan in my cup
Up it, yeah, fu*k and my wrist so fu*ked up
U-up i-it, yeah, fu*k and my wrist so fu*ked up
Up it, yeah, fu*k and my wrist so fu*ked up
(Up it, yeah, fu*k and my wrist so fu*ked up)

[Chorus]
Fu*k the show, I don’t wanna pull up ’cause my Gucci on, uh
Fu*k the show, I don’t wanna pull up ’cause my Gucci on, uh
Fu*k the show, I don’t wanna pull up ’cause my Gucci on, uh
Fu*k the show, I don’t wanna pull up ’cause my Gucci on, uh