Tryna tell me I should never worry, worry She only callin´ my phone at the nighttime if it´s urgent, urgent
Yeah, I got my shades on ´cause them flashin´ lights make me nervous Bitch, and I swear to God, we been workin´ This shit feeling too real, it start hurtin´, hurtin´ SRT, let´s go, I been drivin´ too fast, she get nervous Roll a blunt, bitch, I´m too gassed and start swervin´ Is you still ride or die or nah? What´s the verdict, verdict? (I don´t wanna lose control) Park that motherfuckin´ parallel in the Suburban My new bitch got a bag now, this shit perfect I can´t fuck with them broke hoes, I´m allergic, ´lergic, yeah
We keep them sticks in the minivan, ho, we got racks in this bitch (Grrah)
They keep on tryna take pictures, I´m gettin´ harassed in this bitch (Go) Balenciaga, it stay on my toes and Dior on my mask, lil´ bitch And she making me feel like I´m paraplegic, I´m down to my last limb, bitch
Ooh (Grrah) Bitch, don´t be askin´ me how I feel about it, how I feel about it, like Ooh (Grrah) Yeah, that´s self-explanatory, I been fucked up and I´m right where you want me (Where you want me) Just let me know if you want me (Just let me know if you want me) We havin´ racks, bitch, I´m not kiddin´ Margiela madman, I keep spinnin´
I Margiela´d the backpack, I keep winnin´ And these Raf Simon jeans on me too fitted ´Cause we having real meals, Thanksgiving Like, fuck all these newer niggas, what´s the difference? I´m like, fuck all these new hoes in my mentions I see like two of those on my hitlist Oh, no, bae, that´s the real spill, I can´t feel it We up in Vegas on the top of buildings Go do this show, I´m finna make a killin´ Like a dead-beat dad, I´m droppin´ off the ceilin´ ´Cause I woke up rich, I´m feelin´ like a million
Tryna tell me I should never worry, worry She only callin´ my phone at the nighttime if it´s urgent, urgent
Yeah, I got my shades on ´cause them flashin´ lights make me nervous Bitch, and I swear to God, we been workin´ This shit feeling too real, it start hurtin´, hurtin´ SRT, let´s go, I been drivin´ too fast, she get nervous Roll a blunt, bitch, I´m too gassed and start swervin´ Is you still ride or die or nah? What´s the verdict, verdict? Park that motherfuckin´ parallel in the Suburban My new bitch got a bag now, this shit perfect I can´t fuck with them broke hoes, I´m allergic, ´lergic, yeah
We keep them sticks in the minivan, ho, we got racks in this bitch (Grrah)
They keep on tryna take pictures, I´m gettin´ harassed in this bitch (Go) Balenciaga, it stay on my toes and Dior on my mask, lil´ bitch And she making me feel like I´m paraplegic, I´m down to my last limb, bitch