Uh, huh (Woo, ah)
Woah
Yeah
Uh, huh, uh, huh
Yeah, Telsa’s and Rovers
If I had the Tesla, it’d be a Roadster (Skrrt)
I’m on Mars, I’m on a rover
She said she wanna freak, come on over
No, no, no, don’t call my phone up
Half of y’all broke as hell, got me sick, huh, yeah, Corona
Yeah, I like my b*t*hes rich, I like ’em older (Yeah)
Yeah, I said I’m smoking Roxy, I’m smoking boulders (Uh, huh)
Yeah, and I’m going up to the top so they wanna copy, yeah
Just made them racks out the school, school, hmm
We turned that boy into soup, soup, hmm
I’ma just tell you the truth (Hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (A coupe, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (That coupе, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (It’s true, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (It’s truе, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (It’s true, hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ha
Ooh, ha
I fell in love with a junkie
I got the flock, got a turkey
I watched y’all copy how I sound, b*t*h, y’all some parakeets
I just want diamonds and they sittin’ in a pair of teeth
I said quiet down with that chit-chat, I don’t wanna hear you speak
Yeah, I break that down Za like a KitKat, and I be smellin’ for weeks
Yeah, I put paint on that lil’ b*t*h face, just like the Margiela feets
Yeah, I took the sound outer space, b*t*h I been on it for weeks
I can’t go copy nobody wave, b*t*h, I cannot be replaced (Yeah, ha)
Yeah, I put pointers all up in the watch, got big stones sittin’ in the face
I can’t talk to the pu**y it pop, talk to the pu**y it fake
I can’t, yeah
Tallied it up, yeah it’s the Cayenne
You really say you got money, we changin’ the climate
I pop me a turbo so often, a mountain climber when she climb in
Pour up the Wock’, I won’t sip on no snot, won’t sip on no slimey
My brother he really been scamming a lot, Swiper, no swipin’
I been getting high as hell, yeah
I’m still rich but I been shipping’ bales, yeah
I take this X so much, my body pale
Yeah, Telsa’s and Rovers
If I had the Tesla, it’d be a Roadster (Skrrt)
I’m on Mars, I’m on a rover
She said she wanna freak, come on over
No, no, no, don’t call my phone up
Half of y’all broke as hell, got me sick, huh, yeah, Corona
Yeah, I like my b*t*hes rich, I like ’em older (Yeah)
Yeah, I said I’m smoking Roxy, I’m smoking boulders (Uh, huh)
Yeah, and I’m going up to the top so they wanna copy, yeah
Just made them racks out the school, school, hmm
We turned that boy into soup, soup, hmm
I’ma just tell you the truth (Hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (A coupe, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (That coupe, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (It’s true, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (It’s true, hmm)
B*t*h, I’m in a 911 coupe (It’s true, hmm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ha
Ooh, ha
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