[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin´, it feel like a bus, but I´m whippin´ the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin´ a way I ain´t sayin´ I´m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ´cause I don´t feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Roddy Ricch] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon´ shoot shit up And my lil´ brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J´s at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)
[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch]
Run up them numbers OKC, you don´t want no thunder The old Tracy McGrady, the one OKC, you don´t want no thunder, yeah Christian the sweater Okay, Christian Dior the sweater The double R came with the umbrella When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans Got some little homies, got some prodigies And I spent five hundred on Prada tees Made it out the projects, poppin´ overseas Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat I make some calls, you can´t cop the fleet Gotta be an antisocial gangster ´cause the feds watchin´ my tweets
[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin´, it feel like a bus, but I´m whippin´ the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin´ a way I ain´t sayin´ I´m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ´cause I don´t feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Roddy Ricch] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon´ shoot shit up And my lil´ brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took that Maybach where the J´s at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers
[Gunna & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] Fuck it, I ran up the numbers Piped up like a plumber And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles) I paid off the debt to your honor And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks) You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner) I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin´ to tell ´em whatever (Yeah) I still be killin´ in projects, even though I been runnin´ them numbers up They used to tell me I´m not next, I´m like look at me now, I´m in front of them And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
And I don´t know how I´ma trust again, I swear Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah I wanna speed off in a Cayenne (Speed off in a Cayenne) I got a cup full of Hi-Tech Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse) We be the talk of the topic These fuck niggas don´t where the drop at (Uh) They won´t want us ridin´ in the drophead And he mad that my bitch got a Masi´
[A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin´, it feel like a bus, but I´m whippin´ the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin´ a way
I ain´t sayin´ I´m addicted, Adderall prescripted, fuck it ´cause I don´t feel the pain Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
[Roddy Ricch] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon´ shoot shit up And my lil´ brother turned to a drummer Walked him outside, now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J´s at Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers All my niggas know run up them numbers Fuck it, run up them numbers