[Intro: Black Kray & John Holland]
I hit you up like ten times (And I've got miles and miles to go, ohh)
This trap queen with red eyes
I hit you up like ten times (Before the falling of the sun, ohh)
This trap queen with red eyes
I hit you up like ten times (And I'll be leaving too soon, ohh)
This trap queen with red eyes
I hit you up like ten times (Before the rising of the moon, ohh)
This trap queen with red eyes
I hit you up like ten times (And you can't get out of bed)
This trap queen with red eyes
I hit you up like ten times
This trap queen with red eyes
I hit you up like ten times (And you've got spiders in your head)
This trap queen with red eyes
With red eyes, with red eyes
And when you've got your money, whore
You [?] left wanting more
[Verse 1: Black Kray]
I hit you up like ten times, it's 9 o'clock, where the ten dimes?
My heart beat like hella' fast, I'm [?], I need hella' cash
My eyes red, her eyes black, cellphone dead, smokin' thraxx pack
That crack pack, young dope fiend, with a trap queen, who I daydream of
Your cold blood, skate life, thug life, I live trife
Rude lil' hoes like a paradise, I'm in paradise, if that booty real
All black sneaks stay hella' roomy, like a Alicia Keys, snort three keys
That's OD, like a fly soul', with a lot of hoes it's like five or something
[Bridge: John Holland]
And I've got miles and miles to go, ohh
Before the falling of the sun, ohh
And I'll be leaving too soon
Before the rising of the moon, ohh
[Verse 2: Black Kray & John Holland]
Fuck gettin' money, tryna' stay pretty (And you can't get out of bed)
Cocaine pocket like art titties
Black misfits fuckin' up the city
Black misfits fuckin' up the city
With all black, my Fallen shoes (And you've got spiders in your head)
Skateboard on my side, with a lazer blunt
My jeans be tighter than your main hoe
But I ain't a fag, sippin' on the sprite
No, I ain't dirty, nigga twelve dirty (And when you've got your money, whore)
Fingernails dirty, 'cause I'm on the grind
With skateboard shit, nigga, Terrorist Clique doin' sins and shit
Nigga all that shit
Finna' live, finna' live twice, fuck hoes, and eat rice (You [?] left wanting more)
My mindframe is outside, my skateboard is [?]
Hit the graveyard, dancing with the wolves (And I've got miles and miles—)
Her pussy wet, just like a pool
Young artsy bitch bumpin' Chief Keef
She rollin' up that Chief Keef (—ohh)
Got six dollars, want a cream piece (Before the falling of the sun, ohh)
With a sweet tea, and I roll it out
That Instax camera out, pull it out
Real black art goon, golds in my mouth, bitch (And I'll be leaving too soon, ohh)
[Outro: Black Kray & John Holland]
Some real art goon shit, nigga
[?], I just pull it out
With black art goon golds in my fuckin' mouth (Before the rising of the moon, ohh)
On purpose shit
Like my nigga Hunnid said
"Nigga you ain't artsy, nigga, for real"
