Lyrics: Aubrey Graham/Darrian Jimenez/Lucas Sarudiansky/Luke David Hebert/Nikhil Seetharam/Onika Maraj/Tyler Meeks/Tyler Williams
Music: Aubrey Graham/Darrian Jimenez/Lucas Sarudiansky/Luke David Hebert/Nikhil Seetharam/Onika Maraj/Tyler Meeks/Tyler Williams
[Intro: Sugarhill Ddot]
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
Graah, graah, graah
Everything for Notti
Graah, graah, graah
[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
In Miami, walkin’ through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to ****
We slide in the bed, she suckin’ me up (Graah)
Pour a deuce, and a .8 in the cup (Graah-graah, boom)
She like, “Ddot, why you movin’ like that?”
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack (Graah)
Get whatever you want, I’ma swipe that
‘Cause lil’ baby, you know that I’m like that
[Verse 1: Sugarhill Ddot]
Now, let’s talk on the facts
Tell these niggas go get them a bag
Big money, I could never do bad
For lil’ Notti, you know, I’ma blast (On bro)
Growin’ up, I ain’t really have shit
I was 13, totin’ the ratchet (No cap)
For lil’ Notti, we ball like Mavericks
Don’t forget that we make every basket (On bro)
Can’t take no breaks
Knew it was real when I bumped into Drake (For real)
Remember my teacher said that, “I won’t be great”
Look at me, now, I’m the face of the state
It wasn’t luck, nigga, it was faith (Graah)
Look at this drip, it ain’t fake (On bro)
’Member them times, got low from the jakes
Me and Notti on a chase (Graah)
Couple shots if they mention his name
Got all these demons that’s stuck on my brain (Everything for Notti)
Can’t wait til’ I cop me a chain
All of these niggas gon’ hate on the fame (On bro)
Late night, we stickin’ on Collins
Free all the bros that’s stuck on the island (Graah)
Free .30, he was just on timin’
In the stoley, we was really wildin’
[Bridge: Sugarhill Ddot]
Graah, everything for Notti
[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
In Miami, walkin’ through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to ****
We slide in the bed, she suckin’ me up
Pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (Graah-graah, boom)
She like, “Ddot, why you movin’ like that?”
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack (Graah)
Get whatever you want, I’ma swipe that
‘Cause lil’ baby, you know that I’m like that (Graah-graah, boom)
In Miami, walkin’ through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to ****
We slide in the bed, she suckin’ me up (Graah)
Pour a deuce and a .8 in the cup (Pow, pow, pow)
She like, “Ddot, why you movin’ like that?”
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack (Graah-graah, boom)
Get whatever you want, I’ma swipe that
‘Cause lil’ baby, you know that I’m like that
[Verse 2: Luh Tyler]
I’m chasin’ that paper while a nigga be sleep
Yuh, do that 7 days a week
When I walk in the booth, you know, it’s finna be heat
Like, why niggas fakin’, they be cap on the beat? (That’s cap)
On the beat, they really be fakin’ (Fake)
This b***h, she a baddie and she love to shake it
No, they ain’t believe that I was gon’ make it
B***h, we on my way, you gotta have patience
I'm feelin' like Lil Uzi, I just wanna rock
Yeah, bro tryna’ get a nigga knock
I’m smokin’ on gas, it’s stank like a sock
She get on my nerves, a b***h gettin’ blocked
Nigga on the way straight to the top (On gang)
Wake up, runnin’ up guap (Runnin’ up guap)
Your b***h on go, no, she can’t be stopped
If I ask where she at, she droppin’ the dot
[Chorus: Sugarhill Ddot]
In Miami, walkin’ through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to ****
We slide in the bed, she suckin’ me up
Pour a deuce or a .8 in the cup (Graah-graah, boom)
She like, “Ddot, why you movin’ like that?”
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack (Graah)
Get whatever you want, I’ma swipe that
‘Cause lil’ baby, you know that I’m like that (Graah-graah, boom)
In Miami, walkin’ through the club
Got a baddie, she ready to ****
We slide in the bed, she suckin’ me up (Graah)
Pour a deuce or a .8 in the cup (Pow, pow, pow)
She like, “Ddot, why you movin’ like that?”
Go to the mall and spend me a light pack (Graah-graah, boom)
Get whatever you want, I’ma swipe that
‘Cause lil’ baby, you know that I’m like that (Graah)
[Outro: Sugarhill Ddot]
Graah, everything for Notti
Graah-graah-graah-graah-graah
That lil’ Ddot, nigga, man, you know the vibes, man, I’m in the yams
There’s a bunch of legs out here!
Graah
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn