Yeah
Hold on, uh, yeah
Hold on, uh, yeah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Uh, uh, yeah
Fees got a tag like I’m working for Louis
I pop a Xan like the Gucci
I keep a Drake when I slide like I’m Toosie
Pass her the Act’, now she wan’ make a movie
Roll up the roll like I’m smoking on sushi
Bunny boy tune in the sky like I’m Looney
Stay with my dog in the trap like I’m Stewie [Uh, yeah
Trap hot, wheels got hot, so we slid in the matchbox
Shoot through the windows, we gave him a backdrop
Making her back fold just like a laptop
Making her back fold just like a flip phone
Popping a Perc’, send me back like a flintstonе
Hollows gon’ put him to sleep when we tiptoe
Talk on thе ‘net, sending bullets in crypto [Oh, yeah, uh, uh, uh
I get him popped in his cap like a bottle
Sending the shots at an opp like a model
Put it in pack, then we smoking on throttle
Got him hit with a pump, now we smoking this gas
Smooth with a chop’ like I play for the Jazz
Had this ho hit a high note, she breaking the glass
Chasing the racks, had to run in this lap [Uh, hold on, Retro]
I should go sign with Tyler, the way I’m creating, the new Wolf Haley
Or maybe, I’m Carly Rae, the way I won’t call her, not even maybe
She tryna blow me like a 3-1 lead
The hate getting real, but I gotta proceed
And Edison goated, just leave it to me
Ain’t talking Valhalla, he die for the creed [Retro
You wanna put Tae to the test, you don’t even know I’m a fan of the pressure
And none of you n#gg#s can ho me, you don’t even know me, that’s just for the record
In my modern life, I ain’t cuffing no Heffer
She claiming she loyal, she creep like a leopard
It’s getting too hot, gotta ghost like a pepper
You more handicap, never known as a stepper
Shorty a bird, I could tell by her feathers
Gotta pretend I’m only her friend
I enter the void, she back to her man
She back to the streets like a back of a band [Wait
She back to the streets like I’m back to the bands
Shorty berzerk, I’m halving the Xan [Damn, wait
Shorty berzerk, she halving the Xan
Got used to the b#tch like the back of my hand
The victory sweet like the back of a van [Huh, yeah
I’m punching the nine to five in a union
Getting my bread right for the bunions
Cozzy been showing me the way in music
Retro’ll do a feature, getting buckets
Booty, just need an element to f#ck it
Shorty gon’ bust the tip like a musket
I got a money move, you better trust it [Yeah
Still got a bad ho, no designer
Sorry, I bossed up like
I got an ace type like your momma
Tryna get Halo 6 for my youngin
Keep getting fast food, f#ck a kitchen
No, I don’t need clout, f#ck a mention
Maybe, the best ho’s need some distance
Somebody— [Damn
Somebody snaking me, I had a vision
How is you my boy? You in your feelings
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