Lyrics: Sakuya Izayoi
Music: Sakuya Izayoi
Boka
Sun down, top up, it's time to hit the block
If you see me in yo' hood then you better come and shop
PSA to all these dirty hoes, don't think that I forgot
Know you'd kick it with a rat if that nigga had a blunt
Don't you ever pull my card, demons 'round here know my face
And I call my cannon Sprinkles, feel like Jimmy with this Drac
I would never wrap a brick if I do not see it flake
Got my wrist up in the bowl like we playin' patty cake
Never fall out over bread, always takin' care of mines
Lotta niggas look like 12, so that's why I keep my nine
Paranoia in my thoughts got me prayin' at the shrine
Met this lil' gypsy lady and she said that it's my time
Heard they wanna keep us out, yeah, they tried to pad the lock
Now we look down on you bitches 'cause 9ensokyo on top
Got Remilia to my left and Marisa brought the Glock
I could let off thirty shots or I could just cut you up
Talked to Kami in my dreams, he said, "Sakuya, you cold"
I was just moppin' the floor, now I'm kickin' niggas' doors
Bitch, I'm focused on the job, never worried 'bout you hoes
Pocket watchin', wallet's empty so I know that you gon' fold (9ensokyo)
PSA to all these dirty hoes, don't think that I forgot
Know you'd kick it with a rat if that nigga had a blunt
Don't you ever pull my card, demons 'round here know my face
And I call my cannon Sprinkles, feel like Jimmy with this Drac
I would never wrap a brick if I do not see it flake
Got my wrist up in the bowl like we playin' patty cake