Lyrics: Namil Bridges/James Addison
Music: Namil Bridges/James Addison
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Yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy?) Let's go, let's go
Trackhawk, that bitch really speedin' (yeah)
Abraham, me and her linkin' (yeah)
I'm on the dr-, man, I'm geekin' (yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (yeah)
B-, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad h-, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin'
I heard these n- been stealin' my sound
I got M-, I'm knockin' 'em down
She is a h-, man, that girl been around
You got no money, don't like how that sound
All of my brothers, they movin' a pound
Your h-, she weighin' like five-hundred pounds
'K in my hand hold like five-hundred rounds
Once you was lost and you've never been found
Number nine jeans with the Ricky, yeah
Bougie-ass ho, man, she picky, yeah
P- a- boy, you a kitty, yeah
W- finna f- up my kidney, yeah
L- finna f- up my liver
We c- that boy then leave him in a river, yeah
You talkin' down, I'm f- on your sister
I came up on my own, I ain't need no assistance
N- said that he put me on, it don't make no sense
What the h- is you talkin' 'bout, ya b-?
She finna come to the crib and she eatin' me up, man
I just got some top from ya b-
I cannot beef with a n- that's not in my bracket
I've been countin' money, ya dig?
That h- told me that I'm toxic
I don't like to talk, so lil' h-, it is what it is
I'm in her shell like a taco
Got paparazzi like wherever I go
They like, "You been goin' up," n-, I know
Black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo
She told me that I should pay for her lashes
We caught that boy, now we s- his ashes
Been growin' up, I was never a bad kid
Run up the racks, yeah, I run up the backends
Shoutout Santana, this chop' finna blast him
Came in a peak and I ain't even ask him
My niggas come in that shit like Alaska
Put him in the void, I'ma f- 'round and pack him
F- with my sh-, might as well run it back then
I'm pullin' up and I'm breakin' her back in
Ask for my lo, man, I'm like, "Who is askin'?"
In Hollywood and I ain't even actin', oh
I'm in her ear like an AirPod
Leave his top red like he put in some hair dye
That n- hatin', he still finna hear 'bout
Bring up a h- that I don't even care 'bout
We put the hit on the screen like an AirDrop
Y'all n- broke but my n-, yeah, they're not
I shoot the fire, you touch it, you're damn hot
I'm cookin' up and I'm not using a pot
Trackhawk, that b- really speedin' (yeah)
Abraham, me and her linkin' (yeah)
I'm on the dr-, man, I'm geekin' (yeah)
We finna leave that boy leakin' (yeah)
Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (yeah)
B-, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah)
Bad h-, yeah, she Puerto Rican
Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (yeah)