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(Metro Boomin want some more nigga!)
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Mother f*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Phillies
Drip-drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly
I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
I can’t f*ck with none of y’all niggas, y’all disgust me
When you with your maggot ass friends, don’t discuss me
FN with extended clip, I hope don’t try to rush me
I hear ’em sayin’ such and such, a nigga ain’t gon’ touch me
Big body Benz, remember, I used to be dusty
Now I want my money, all hunnids, in a rush please
I was selling weed when they came out with White Tee’
Now I put a whole half a ticket on my white-tee
Whole hood poppin’, other niggas that don’t like me
Made her eat if you know she told her friend ‘He gon’ wife me’
All my niggas thoroughbred, I don’t f*ck with cross breeds
Free all of the bros down the road, and on Rice Street
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Mother f*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s
Drip-drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly
I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
Pull some fine bitches in Margiellys (Margiellys)
Two new glass tinted, these baguettys
Ain’t gonna bash you bitches, I ain’t petty
Just know we f*ckin’, we ain’t goin’ steady (Goin’ steady)
I don’t wanna sleep, I need more Addys (Need more addys)
I ain’t have no kid, but I’m her daddy (I’m her daddy)
Better shake her ass like it’s ‘Magic’ (Like it’s ‘Magic’)
20’s in my pocket look like cabbage
Carats everywhere, I’m a rabbit (I’m a rabbit)
I ain’t Shawty Lo, pop a Xanny
We was taught to go, keep that cannon (That cannon)
On my f*ckin’ gold I can’t panic
In that fast thing, speedin’ through the city (Skrrt skrrt)
Panoramic brain, and my dash digi’ (Dash digi’)
Mother f*ck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit)
Backwood to the face, I don’t smoke no Philly’s
Drip-drippin’ sauce like I’m chili (Sauce)
Bet that mink came to the floor when it’s chilly (It’s chilly)
I got 3 big booty broads at the telly (The telly)
And they know from the start who was ready
Money conversations, check my phone, sweet
I buy Dolce and Gabbana, Chanel, Armani, straight
Supermodel, her body gon’ be me entree
I been runnin’with hitters, my youngins gun-sling
Cars of the day, brand new Wraith
My life’s her goal, mines ain’t straight
Bills ain’t late, paid no notes
I ain’t no joke
They want smoke
We exotic, shawty ride
We gon’ ride
223, jakes outside
We don’t get tired
We gon’ ride

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