Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt Hop inside the leather, soft as fur Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah) Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)
Ring on the fist (Fist) Look like we won us a championship (Yeah) I never switch (No) , some niggas flip Really ain't know how to handle this shit Shootin' my shot, They see the skirt Took over risk. tryna get rich Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy) Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy) Put on my hatДrs, the city is back Live by the codД, die by the flags Stop with the chat, all of it's cap Keep throwin' jabs, I'ma react I got a girl but you all on my dick You wouldn't know how to handle my bitch I get her Chanel like it's Christmas got everything on her wish list That Porsche Gold, two double O Watch out, I run 'em over Fake niggas, they come and go Real ones, they run low, woah Everything covered in gold Me and the money don't fold This shit'll never get old (No) Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah) Hop inside the leather, soft as fur Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah) Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip
I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies Your girl tryna be my one and only Why you all in the club actin' like you know me? (Know me) Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches they on me (That's facts) But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts) Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts) I do not want you, I'm straight (Ooh ooh) You want me back, it's too late (Late) My wrist is wet like a lake I don't care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh) I pulled up with a clique and you know we won't stop lil' bitch (Pulled up with a clique) Started from the bottom like Drake but I'm headed to the top, lil' bitch Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah) He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch (Can't take my bitch, yeah)
Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt Hop inside the leather, soft as fur Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah) Go 'head push the button, baby
Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain't on this kind of drip The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip
Compositores: Brian Collins Jr (Kid Ink), Edward Mcguire Cameron (Knoc The Hometown Hero), Rasmus Alessandro Cantoreggi (Mr Onion), Julian Alexander ECAD: Obra #29701427