Black Juju. - Hi (Um...<3) Lyrics

Lit in this party
Four shots of Bacardi
Got me feeling gnarly
I'm looking like Marley
I'm wild with style
Update my profile
Came up on some tree
From a shorty named Carly
Vision is glitching
My thoughts in detention
My balance deficient
Got me incoherent
Bros on a mission
So all of them missing
I'm solo and dolo
Left up in the kitchen
Then I start to listen
I hear the door open with laughter
It caught my attention
A small group of women
Come into the living room where everybody is sitting
They all look so different
Each one their own flavor
With so many layers for licking
Exit the kitchen
Make my way into the fray
But I stop in an instant
Yo who is she? (Someone in the background)
Who could this be?
She enters the scene
I've seen her face
I'd never forget
The one from my dream
The voice in my ear
A purple light beams
Through the smoke in the air
It bounce off her skin
It make her shit gleam
Hair flow like a stream
She lets out a scream
They huddle and hug on each other like they a sorority
Taking my time cause she curve
Like a coil behind all the curtains
I'm nothing but broke
Slumped off the jungle
I can't even spoke
I might just stumble and land on my scrote
Feeling the goose
Potion infused
My feet start to move
Pull up on her crew like
Hi

Ok
I'm in a pinch
Shorty surrounded by all of her friends
Trying to talk
Made a couple attempts
Can't break the barrier
Barely a dent
Treading these waters
Got me looking drenched
Corroded my confidence
Make me a simp
Hope that they all
Don't pick up on my scent
I'll be all good if I cover the stench
Kush my cologne
Blaze of glory, got my fire started
Self intervention have a nigga charged
She won't ignore me if my vibe is fye
Solar panel flow my glow up bright
All her homies finna think I'm super tight
All these niggas think they finna win tonight
I'ma end these niggas like they cannon fodder
You just putting on a show
You don't really wanna pour
You don't really wanna drink
You just dancing on the floor
Dance dance let em know
They fantasizing on the low
You catch em slipping on a slope
Your finger itching finna blow
Go ahead and let it go
Put all the creepers on time out
They rarely let you make a move now
I peeped how you feeling, you cool out
You just wanna find a room now
To look at the stars and moon out
But these dudes been tripping
She don't wanna listen
I'll get her attention like
Hi