Uh, uh
I need way more racks, I can’t be f**kin’ around with these hoes, no
Smokin’ on this thrax, break her back and send her home, oh
And do you ever think about me when I leave you alone?
No, I ain’t worried about no b*t*h, yeah, I got plenty on my phone
(C-C-Comin’ from the NextLane)
Blicky, yeah I keep a blicky
‘Cause all these n***as pu**y
What you want? A cookie?
Yeah, I think she wanna f**k ’cause I pulled up inside this foreign car
Engine in the back, so I feel like I’m in a NASCAR
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I got your girlfriend in this coupe and we just came from the stars
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I took a trip inside this Phantom, I’ll be back by tomorrow
And I got ice on me, she know I’m rich as f**k
And all these b*t*hes only care about getting f**ked
I’m countin’ money in this Bentayga truck
I stack one up on you, ballin’ like the Bucks
Lil’ shawty pu**y bald as f**k like she a monk
I ride around with my .40 out, no, I don’t got it tucked
I’m really slime for real, I slap a n***a in his chucks
I’m really slime’ for real, I slap a n***a in his ones
Blicky, yeah I keep a blicky
‘Cause all these n***as pu**y
What you want? A cookie?
Yeah, I think she wanna f**k ’cause I pulled up inside this foreign car
Engine in the back, so I feel like I’m in a NASCAR
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I got your girlfriend in this coupe and we just came from the stars
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I took a trip inside this Phantom, I’ll be back by tomorrow
Oh, oh
I’ll be back by tomorrow
I’ll be back tomorrow
I got a blicky, I keep blicky
Oh, oh, oh
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