Ultra Violet - PUNK Lyrics

Should I switch my pornstache for a
Handlebar mustache
-I'm 'tryna stack up chips
I am, slick, bitch
Keep up with my flips
Cus I'll, rip this,
Spit lit, with quick quips
I create immaculate flow
Like i got divine lips
And my divine lips create flow
When I'm face-dove in her thick hips
I like some, pierced nips
Oh I'm, off script
-Used to lose the shake and the stems
I'd bag it up and make trips
Now i sell the track and the stems
Bitch, i still flip .zips
I'm the, same hippie
Reachin' out my city
Still gettin' trippy
Still feeling shitty
Now i got shorties who only f*ck with shorties admittin' that i'm pretty
Yet I'm still tryna figure out if the rest of the world will f*ck with me
"You heard of Dani Ultraviolet?
Man, that punk never quiet"
"I heard he can be ultra violent
And belongs in an asylum"
Dani's insane, I mime
Hit you with the ultra-
Silence
And switch the schematics of the rhyme
(Because i wrote this f*ckin' vibe.)
I was producing way before i ever performed rhymes
But you, wouldn't know
Shit, i mean, you don't know me.
I don't even know me, yet i used to care what you'd think
Look, Dani fruity like loops
Yet got Bars like Mars
And I don't start scraps
But I can make you see stars
Stack a little cash, a little grass
-Remedy for a broken heart
I healed from ripping myself apart
Shit got me tough, like scars
Yo, and i rip beats
Like how shorty's nails go an' rip the sheets
Still poppin' up and droppin'
I been locked in for some weeks
Throwin' cursive verses
In my furnace, dispersin' out some heat
But it seems the like universe's conditions worsen
Underneath my feet
Still covered with purple converse,
Crunchin' the liquor glass in Rapid's streets,
Same glass i saw a friend use
To try and give her pain relief
I'm proud she kept on going
Cus i too have been ready to concede
Living life's an uphill battle
But we both said, "f*ck defeat"
That's that punk will
To fight ill, and fulfill
Every goal they said we wouldn't get
And stunt it, on the real
Ugh, say i'm chill?
I'm stoned, chronically smokin' skunk still
Cus what my heart can't handle
F*ck, man, my lungs will
Ugh, i seek thrill
Can't find it by the pill
Seems every time i get some progress
I roll five steps back down the hill
So, aim to kill
Focus, stack bills
It's all good man
No time for slippin' like McGill
So young punk'll construct
Success from my spunk
Been 'tryna be a better man
I cough, Black Lung
Cus I, smoke gas
Live fast, i'll die young
That's why it's always full send
No pump fakes, I'll dunk
Ugh, I been manic
All gas, no brakes
And like a chef I bake
When i mix drum breaks
And let me just say
Despite the mistakes i make
I have shook myself awake
And i will not live fake
So si, i'm great
Guapo, good taste
Ay, tu amor quiere
My face, below her waist
You know I'm, so based
Mi chupado, ¿cómo qué?
This punk so lindo
Say ciao, and end tape
Haha, ay.