Pink! Songtext

It ain't your sport, bitch, I really got hits, need a Grammy, you need to thank me
Y'all niggas throw up my gang, y'all can rock my clothes, but nigga you ain't me (No you not, huh)

I need a paint brush, I wet the block up (Bop, hrrt)
I just did a U.S. tour, now the whole stock up (Stock up)
I put that shit in the pot, Pyrex rock up (Pyrex rock up)
Pyrex rock up (Pyrex rock up), huh, Pyrex rock up (Pyrex rock)
Huh, only sip Quagen and the Actavis, put that Wock' up (Put that Wock' up), huh
Put that Wock' up (Put that Wock' up), huh, put that Wock' up (Slatt)
Free all the bros, they locked up
Got thе Glock in my pants, I ain't rocked up (Yeah)
.556 lift your top up
She ain't shit, I still likе her, huh (Say, Red; bop, bop, bop)
(Know we livin' lav—) I keep my Glock, like this sniper got a thirty-round drum
This shit gonna [?]
Wave my hand, knock your face off
Turn on the lights, I'm tryna just see some' (Turn on the lights)
Know that it's real, they say it's just a prop gun (Yeah)
I need a pint, I already got one (Pour it)
I put on ice, my stick got a silencer (Yeah) She got a FaceTime, no I'm not typing (No)
Huh, I'm Apollo Red, and her pussy pink like my cup pink (Pink)

Pink, I'm sippin' on Easter pink (Say that)
Pink, I'm sippin' on Easter pink (Yeah)
Huh, huh, pink, I'm sippin' on Easter pink (Holiday season, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Hrrt)
Pink, I'm sippin' on Easter pink
I heard they rockin' fake dreads, they rockin' fake chains
Nigga got fake links
I just fucked a ho from UK in Miami, I feel like fakemink (I feel like—, bop)
It ain't your sport, bitch, I really got hits, need a Grammy, you need to thank me
Y'all niggas throw up my gang, y'all can rock my clothes, but nigga you ain't me (No you not, huh)

What makes you a demon?