nails done! (Lucifer's Remix) Video (MV)

Yo should I start the song with some real generic rapper shit
Like some lighter flicks and shit?
Like, ha ha ha ha
Oh shit
Okay, f*ck
F*ck that, f*ck that
Okay
I think it'd be fun to hit some like hype shit
Over some boom bap shit
Ya know what I mean?
Like get that, get that contrast
I think that'd be dope, so

Nails done like Yachty, got me feelin' like a bad bitch
Two-tone baguettes in my ice, I keep it classic
Brand new baddie in the back, she keep it ratchet
Now it's time to come in with that new, you in the past tense
Nails done to match my bitch, now we got matching chokers
Make her makeup run like we Harley Quinn and Joker
Nails done like Yachty, got me feelin' like a bad bitch
Brand new flow to match the drip, no you can't have this

All my diamonds blue, my VV's all on one piece
My nails match my goth bitch, this shit is lovely
You think you gonna pass me? You really tryna prosper?
But what I spit is gas
Bitch, I'm coughing' up Phosphor
Cut you up in five speeds, iambic pentameter
Put the game on top my back, it's carried with stamina
Thinkin' that you runnin' rap, you basically amateur
Man I came here to damage ya, then I'll wave at the cameras
I'm a mad villain, causin' motherf*ckin' doom
Have you singin' "Figaro" when I'm walkin' up the room
Bitch I'm here to kill this shit
I don't cap from ignorance
My pen is a sedative
My bars are now your biggest threat
Choppin' the beat like Gordon Ramsey
Look at how I treat these whores and pansies
Keep my drip imported, fancy
This new flow is sure to land me
On the front page of a blog I don't give a f*ck about
Meanwhile, you riding one wave that's gonna make you crash from all the doubt

Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar
Multitasking all my life, and now it's really not hard
Droppin' another hit with my brother Nomrah
Leaving you a sweet taste
Like a pop tart
Nails done to match my queen
We sippin' straight chlorine
Existential crisis like we Lucifer and Chloe
Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar
Chill with the prime minister, so, f*ck a cop car

Nails done, mic on, let's run it
Punk life, they don't talk about the topic
Spiked shoes, leather jackets, yeah you gotta love it
Elders be like "it's the Antichrist", they on to something
It's controversial, they obviously ain't a fan of us
I'm wiping my tears with a Gucci scarf from how sad it is
My blood is universal, my nourishment's off of cannabis
I'll break your face in if mine is filled with your cameras
My influence is pure
My art is expressive
Can't attend therapy cuz I'm used to being the one who listens
I made it out the messes
I'm passing down the lessons
First up, get up
Come on, get down with the sickness
The road ain't empty, gotta step on the peddle
Running over every obstacle, yeah I'm upping the level (yessir)
Turn up to metal, I don't settle, I was born a rebel
How does it go again? (You are the actual devil)

Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar
Multitasking all my life, and now it's really not hard
Droppin' another hit with my brother Nomrah
Leaving you a sweet taste (muah)
Like a pop tart
Nails done to match my queen
We sippin' straight chlorine
Existential crisis like we Lucifer and Chloe
Nails done like Colson, got me feeling like a rockstar
Chill with the prime minister, so, f*ck a cop car