Gloat

By Roy.

On MØDA

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[Intro]

(Motorsport)

Yeah-yeah, yeah

(Ayo, TOMMI, turn it up, let's get it)


[Chorus]

Shit done got out of control

I don't which way to go

I spun the block three times and I ain't seen you outside in awhile

Yeah, all my money pile

Every time you seen my smile, I done seen you frown

Pull up in that coupe with the top down

Pull up in that coupe with the top down

Flexin' out the roof, and you duck down

Fuckin' with the gang, get you knocked down, hoe


[Verse]

And my mom ain't raise no hoe

Slimy boy, for sure

We gon' get that boy, for sure

Walk in, new Chanelly coat

I don't wanna gloat, that bitch said that I'm the GOAT, huh

In the boat in Miami, I'm feelin like Rick Ross

I'ma pull up like a big boss

I'ma pull up in a Rolls Royce, in a Ghost or a big Phantom

I don't even wanna talk to you

I don't еven walk with ya

31, yeah, I rock with 'em


[Bridge]

Talkin' down, that'll gеt you gone

Oh

I just wanna say R.I.P. to my father, Sean


[Verse 2]

This life is unnatural

I done seen too many tragedies, I'm only 22

Got way too many bags on me, I'm only 22

And shawty be blowin' my high, but I ain't hearin' from you

You a fake to me, and I'm really the truth

Pull up, kick 'em in his head with the boot, feelin' like I'm [?]

Ask him what he wanna do


[Chorus]

Shit done got out of control

I don't which way to go

I spun the block three times and I ain't seen you outside in awhile

Yeah, all my money pile

Every time you seen my smile, I done seen you frown

Pull up in that coupe with the top down

Pull up in the coupe with the top down

Flexin' out the roof, and you duck down

Fuckin' with the gang, get you knocked down, hoe