[Lyric] Arcade (Cyta Zoan)

[Hook: Andres] (x2)
Smoking every week
Smoking that gas (Ok)
I don't give a fuck
You still give a fuck

[Verse: Cyta Zoan]
Tearing up the track like a tornado
Niggas with the gold, I'm a arcader
I don't give a fuck about Sar Paluh
Fuck a fake blonde like Bart Baker
Niggas wanna play don't look like
Got these fishy niggas sticking to the hook like
Yeah, I got these pussy niggas fuckin shook like
"just to clarify, you good, right?"
I drop a fuck nigga like a hood fight
Choppin up the track, I'm a cook like
It's good right? Aight
Bull stop, I'm the man full stop
Trigger finger itchy if my name getting dropped
I'm anonymous, no mask if I go in
I don't pray to God if I'm faithful in the sin
That's fine wit me, white girls like astrology
So I play it like I'm fuckin with their star sign
Only workin part-time, full-time mp3s
I'm wit a bitch, watching MTV
'Cause she heard I like music, white girls useless
White bitches wishing they was black Woah Vicky
Blunt so sticky, hand on the blicky
If she reach for the wallet, tell a hoe 'stop it'
No gold watch but my time stay golden
I ain't never waste it on a bitch 'less she buying me a trojan
Cyta so motherfucking cold that he's boasting, better stay posted
Niggas throwing O's in you know I get serious
'Cause I'm really bout the green like Elon Musk
All these niggas talk sports, never gave a fuck
Damn, switching banks, you predictable
Fucking wit my account, it's time to get physical
When we count the amount, it's sorta like a ritual
Keep the big talk at a minimal
Gauge on my gun, I might hit you with the critical, bitch
I feel like I been at a low point, hit 'em with the hi
Haters moving quick boy, I'm moving side-to-side
Runners go long but the barrel stay wide
Tryna bring it up, make these niggas go high
Fire in my cup, yeah, I sip it when I'm tired
Tab on my tongue, I'ma take it for a ride
Stock is on the low, I'ma hit it with the buy, damn
[Hook: Andres] (x2)
Smoking every week
Smoking that gas (Ok)
I don't give a fuck
You still give a fuck