Yeah, okay though (Woo), okay though, yeah
Okay though, yeah (Yeah)
Okay though, hundred K, that's on Play-Doh (Woo)
Collie Range or Bentaygo
Sunny day in my rain coat, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fuego, ignite the flame when I say so (Yeah)
Fuck his bae with my chain on (Ah!)
See my face, she couldn't say no, yeah (Hahaha)
Racks up, stay down, ass up (Woah), face down
Pack up, space out (Space out), spark up, woah (Woah)
Racks up, stay down, ass up, face down (Yeah!)
Pack up, space out, spark up, yeah (Yeah)
Strap with no safety (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Big fuck off mac in the case (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Traps in the safe (Ah!)
Yeah, yeah, blacked out the wraith
In my zone, off the 'Gram like I quit the coke
Cop some land, a few cribs to boast
On demand with no shit to post (Ha!)
Risky roads, off the camera, what's in the smoke?
Lot of bands, I got pinky rose
Wash my hands with some fifty notes
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' like he stole it, ain't no tints in the whip
[?] and pull up on me, popped a pill and she trips
[?] and I just freeze up my wrist
Got a couple models tryna creep round the crib (Yea-Yeah)
Okay though, hundred K, that's on Play-Doh (Woo)
Collie Range or Bentaygo
Sunny day in my rain coat, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fuego, ignite the flame when I say so (Yeah)
Fuck his bae with my chain on
See my face, she couldn't say no, yeah
Racks up, stay down, ass up (Ass up), face down
Pack up, space out, spark up, woah (Woah, woah, woah)
Racks up, stay down, ass up, face down (Yeah!)
Pack up, space out, spark up, woah
She fuckin' with me, pull up on her put the pussy to sleep
Come on the Jeep, had too much and left cum on the seats
Double the fee and tell 'em I'm comin' with couple of freaks
Two-hundred at least, I didn't just come here to jump on the beat
Racks up, likkle man, get your stats up (Wah!)
Sippin' 'Gnac, gettin' madder
She lick a man like a Backwood, yeah (Mm, mm)
Catch up, run your mouth or get smacked up
Bun him down if you act up
Got the clout, I don't chat much (Bad bitch)
I'ma slide right in (Woo), chop his hands off, he was typewritin'
Call the chauffeur, I don't like drivin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bro got his poke off, tryna Mike Meyers him
Okay though, hundred K, that's on Play-Doh
Collie Range or Bentaygo
Sunny day in my rain coat, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Fuego, ignite the flame when I say so
Fuck his bae with my chain on
See my face, she couldn't say no, yeah
Racks up, stay down, ass up, face down
Pack up, space out, spark up, woah
Racks up, stay down, ass up, face down (Yeah)
Pack up, space out, spark up, woah
Racks up, stay down, ass up, face down
Pack up, space out, spark up, woah
Racks up, stay down, ass up, face down (Yeah)
Pack up, space out, spark up, woah
compositores: whYJay - Jacob Manson - Aitch - Roger Troutman - Larry Troutman - André Romell Young - O'Shea Jackson
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