Wait, yeah
Wait, yeah (yeah, hollup)
Wait, yeah (yeah, hollup)
Wait, yeah (yeah, hollup)
Wait, yeah (yeah, hollup)
Wait, yeah (yeah, hollup)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hollup, wait, yeah)
I’m doin that big race, i got an srt
He tryna steal my swag, he took that sh#t from me
You know my fit is crazy, balenciaga jeans
I did a lot of sh#t, i took that ecstasy
Just like trippie redd, i got molly in my water
She calling me daddy, but she know i ain’t her father
Every week she begging me for prada that i bought her
Glocky hit his side, i think that boy need a doctor
Glocky write a book, just like i was a damn author
Keep a 100 rounds, but a perk is what i offer
Send me a lil beat, and you know i’m bout to slaughter
I’m searching for that treasure like i was a damn marauder
I’m searching for that booty, yeah jus like i was pirate
Hop up on my jet, baby i could be the pilot
Free them outta jail, this bouta be a riot
You know i can’t prevail, but i try to keep it private
I bought an ap, yeah i bought a rollie watch
He jus made a song, but that sh#t was a whole botch
I got a new chain, it complement balenci notch
I don’t got no pain, i wash the grillz with some scotch
I’m doin that big race, i got an srt
He tryna steal my swag, he took that sh#t from me
You know my fit is crazy, balenciaga jeans
I did a lot of sh#t, i took that ecstasy
I’m doin that big race, i got an srt
He tryna steal my swag, he took that sh#t from me
You know my fit is crazy, balenciaga jeans
I did a lot of sh#t, i took that ecstasy
Hol up, yeah we took that ecstasy
If he talking crazy we gon pull up with a beam
Ridin’ through yo hood and i gotcho b#tch with me
If you speak on gang, i’ma leave em in the street
Choppa hit his head yeah we put his #ss to sleep
They don’t wanna play me, i been balling like the heat
Bust down on my wrist, yeah my sh#t looking clean
I do not f#ck with you so stop talking to me
Blowing up racks, straight to the moon
If they want problems, i call up my goons
They ain’t talking, they ready to shoot
b#tches be sick, i stay immune
Caught with a blick, i’ll be home soon
I’m getting racks, like a tycoon
Spinning the block, like a typhoon
Choppa go pop, like a balloon
If he want problems, turn him to dust
b#tches be talking but i ain’t got trust
We getting money yeah that is a must
All on my dick, they wanna be us
She said she love me and i said that’s tough
I’m doin that big race, i got an srt
He tryna steal my swag, he took that sh#t from me
You know my fit is crazy, balenciaga jeans
I did a lot of sh#t, i took that ecstasy
I’m doin that big race, i got an srt
He tryna steal my swag, he took that sh#t from me
You know my fit is crazy, balenciaga jeans
I did a lot of sh#t, i took that ecstasy
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