[AK]

Ooohhh

Ayy

Designer it’s stuck on my body Ay

You just be mufuckin watchin ay

Shawty gon suck me and slop me

AK

Yahhhh

Versace n Louis V double G drown in designer it’s stuck on my body ay

Double my hunnids in under a month Imma run it up you just be walking

Fell asleep countin the commas i wake up and speed to the knots ricky Bobby ay

Life movin fast in that digital dash guess I passed em without even watchin

I just want c notes n no problems

You tryna beef bro like what’s drama

I just went beast mode on that Molly

I just popped three more I need water

I done met three hoes n they bout it

I got a cheat code it’s my wallet

Feelin like d rose with some pre rolls Vince Carter ballin’ I’m on it

You shoot a free throw n I block it

How you gon be broke n still talk shit

You coppin cheap clothes at hot topic

I’m droppin three rolls if I’m shoppin

Thottie a scene girl she got mileage

Let a hoe deep throat then I pound it

Lost her like Nemo and I found it

Wave from the speed boat and you drownin

Pussy my team dope and you not lit

I feel like I’m King Kong in that mosh pit

Turnmeup theme song not a thing wrong 3g raw of exotic

I call up Elon take of like a rocket

He said his tree loud but I doubt it

I’m on that chech and Chong snoop dawg shit

Hard see hate from on top of a mountain

Watch me I chop up the beat like a guillotine

Cookin don’t copy the recipe

They want the sauce dawg you gotta be kidding me

New level they envy the energy

I’ll turn an L to an M make a better me

Can’t even step in my embassy

I made some moves In the past that you’ll never beat

Spread out infecting the game like it’s leprosy

Road to the gold I feel like I could never peak

Flex up on all of my enemies

Commas they come in and pass you like every week

Bejamins end up on Cuban links

I roll a J shit get better with seven leaves

Grinded for this been a minute I’m fiending

They ask for the plan think meddling scheming to Benefit off of my talent bitch I need a

Blu coupe new Lamborghini drop tha top down so the haters see me

Rolls Royce for those hoes who ghosted got goza w me self titled cd

Bass bumpin get smoked out stick chromed out it’s hard to fight the demons

Goin’ up can’t fold dawg like a roller coaster can’t fight the feeling

Versace n Louis V double G drown in designer it’s stuck on my body ay

Double my hunnids in under a month Imma run it up you just be walking

Fell asleep countin the commas i wake up and speed to the knots ricky Bobby ay

Life movin fast in that digital dash guess I passed em without even watchin

I just want c notes n no problems

You tryna beef bro like what’s drama

I just went beast mode on that Molly

I just popped three more I need water

I done met three hoes n they bout it

I got a cheat code it’s my wallet

Feelin like d rose with some pre rolls Vince Carter ballin I’m on it

You shoot a free throw n I block it

How you gon be broke n still talk shit

You coppin cheap clothes at hot topic

I’m droppin three rolls if I’m shoppin

Thottie a scene girl I know she got mileage

Let a hoe deep throat then I pound it

Lost her like Nemo and I found it

Wave from the speed boat and you drownin

Pussy my team dope and you not lit

I feel like I’m King Kong in that mosh pit

Turnmeup theme song not a thing wrong 3g raw of exotic

I call up Elon take of like a rocket

He said his tree loud but I doubt it

I’m on that cheech and Chong snoop dawg shit

Hard see hate from on top of a mountain

[DRE]

Yah

She want some gucci and Louis and Prada I got that shit all on my body ay

Shawty be suckin me topless she givin me sloppy that bitch is a goddess

Shawty gon suck it (Shawty gon suck it)

Yeah hahahaha-ha

She said that I was the one

She said that I was the one

But I told her that I wasn’t yeah

I get to spazzin yeah

It’s automatic uh yeah

I got lots of bitches

I got lots of bitches

Turn them bitches to a habit yeah

Ay put it all up in her throat yeah

Yeah she sayin I’m the goat ay

I get lots of money spendin lots of money

I don’t know where it go ay

That shit be goin it gone

I’m gonna make it right back

I hit that bitch from the back

Pull on her tracks

And she gon fuck me like that

My dash is digital

I pop a pill or two

That bitch is bad I know shawty ain’t feelin’ you

See you in killin’ you

Runnin’ up hunnids I’m countin’ a bill or two

They are not feelin’ you

(They are not feelin’ you)

(They are not feelin’ you)

(I got a mansion and I got a bad bitch and that bitch is all in the living room)

(Yeah)