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letra de arcteryx (fukit drill) - luisss

arcteryx (f-kit drill) lyrics
[intro: luisss]
grrah, grrah
(yeah, what the f-ck going on, maajins?)

[chorus: luisss & yeat]
these n-ggas 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, f-ck it, uh)
givenchy, balenci’, you know that i wear it
bow block, i’m finna spin it and bend it (i said yeah, yeah, f-ck it)
hit up melrose, you know i’ma spend it
i done called up [?] to drive, you know that 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 b-tch)
b-tch, i keep a g-lock in the holster (all my diamonds dance)
skrrt off in a tesla roadster (i’m in fashion week, lil’ b-tch, skrrt)
kickin’ sh-t, but this not barcelona (oh, woah, out in france)
took your girl to fashion nova (already said my money twerkin’)
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

[verse: luisss & yeat]
uh, f-ck it (ecstasy, know it’s not the best for me)
called up dakota, so he gon’ up it (her s-x for me, i know it’s not the best for me)
but, i feel like i’m dami, i’m slidin’ in public
my b-tch been toxic, but i love it, uh
i feel like g herbo, i run it (i just went and put the f-ckin’ top down)
bring out the glock, now he started runnin’ (grrah, pa)
i’m finna bust it
i make a band in a day, you make hunnids
see how fast i turn nothin’ to somethin’
you came from nothin’, but still ain’t nothin’, d-mn (just pulled up on they ass, i just brought the gas)
block got barettas and tools
fifteenhunnid over any d-mn crew (fifteenhunnid, hehe)
b-tch shot at your [?]
’cause if you not gang, then you cannot bool
i keep a stick on my head like a bull
he talk on the net, shoot that boy through the zoom
your b-tch blow like a tissue (yeah, rockin’ cdg but it’s homme plus, yeah)
come up to me, n-gga, 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 (i ain’t sad, just got a cold heart)
i don’t even know you, n-gga, why did i diss you?
gonna hop out with a mo’f-ckin’ missile
feel like yeat, hit you with a bell then k!ll you (f-ck it, that’s that me against the world part)
f-ck it (yeah, yeah), uh
i said—
(woo)
[chorus: luisss & yeat]
these n-ggas 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, f-ck it, uh)
givenchy, balenci’, you know that i wear it
bow block, i’m finna spin it and bend it (i said yeah, yeah, f-ck it)
hit up melrose, you know i’ma spend it
i done called up [?] to drive, you know that 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 b-tch)
b-tch, i keep a g-lock in the holster (all my diamonds dance)
skrrt off in a tesla roadster (i’m in fashion week, lil’ b-tch, skrrt)
kickin’ sh-t, but this not barcelona (oh, woah, out in france)
took your girl to fashion nova (already said my money twerkin’)
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

[outro: yeat]
f-ck it

- luisss

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