Uh I told that nigga, I get that pop star
If she's fine I'm fine
Ooh, there are spinning on a cop car
(Atlanta mo'fucker, Atlanta, nigga)
Uh (Yeah)
Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa
Flying through hood, back ho whoah
Hangin' out the window, sprayin' oh
I do the dash on these niggas, oh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, whoa
I crop them taggy, poppin' tags
He swaggy and I'm flashy
I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration
Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation
Presidential status
I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee
Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man
I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mayn
Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mayn
That's on my city, mane
Sippin' and, sippin' this Laura
Whippin' the hood I go wide back
Hangin' out the window like why why
Lettin' in off from the other side
I whip the whip from the other side
I hit the scene like a homicide
Splash, splash, I told the jeweller, "Bring everything"
My feet to the floor, I'm on everything
Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa
Flying through the hood, back ho ooh
Hangin' out the window, spraying oh
I do the dash on these niggas, ooh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
Maserati smashin', now
Future ride Bentley Coupe
Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe
We do the shit that bosses do
Real street shit no rap, I'm worth a mil or two
Scooter always flexin'
I pull up and embarrass you
Hit up Ele'ante
Yeah, that's a ice check
We don't rock fake gold
Real diamonds 'round my neck
Came up in the dope hole
Remix out my dope bowl
150 In the fast lane
I'm smashing on you broke hoes
Black Amigo gang, we love to count up
BM, FBG, we blood brothers
500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up
Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up (count on)
Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa
Flying through the hood, back ho ooh
Hangin' out the window, spraying oh
I do the dash on these niggas, oh
I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh
I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Uh I told that nigga, I get that pop star If she's fine I'm fine Ooh, there are spinning on a cop car (Atlanta mo'fucker, Atlanta, nigga) Uh (Yeah) Doin' donuts at 200, ooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through hood, back ho whoah Hangin' out the window, sprayin' oh I do the dash on these niggas, oh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh I break the bank, I blow the bank, whoa I crop them taggy, poppin' tags He swaggy and I'm flashy I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation Presidential status I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mayn Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mayn That's on my city, mane Sippin' and, sippin' this Laura Whippin' the hood I go wide back Hangin' out the window like why why Lettin' in off from the other side I whip the whip from the other side I hit the scene like a homicide Splash, splash, I told the jeweller, "Bring everything" My feet to the floor, I'm on everything Doin' donuts at 200, ooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through the hood, back ho ooh Hangin' out the window, spraying oh I do the dash on these niggas, ooh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha Maserati smashin', now Future ride Bentley Coupe Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe We do the shit that bosses do Real street shit no rap, I'm worth a mil or two Scooter always flexin' I pull up and embarrass you Hit up Ele'ante Yeah, that's a ice check We don't rock fake gold Real diamonds 'round my neck Came up in the dope hole Remix out my dope bowl 150 In the fast lane I'm smashing on you broke hoes Black Amigo gang, we love to count up BM, FBG, we blood brothers 500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up (count on) Doin' donuts at 200, ooh I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa Flying through the hood, back ho ooh Hangin' out the window, spraying oh I do the dash on these niggas, oh I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha Explain Request ×
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