[Intro]
Yo, come we switch up the vibe, now
Listen, let's get lit, let's get lit-lit-lit
Turn up your volumes right now
Lock and load, you know what it is
Look, yo
[Verse]
She can never hop in this ride, man kill her with the D
Then send her her in an Uber
Bad night, Freddy Krueger
Big fat shells in the wap, ain't mini like cooper
Tell a man "Don't play wit' ya life"
Man tek way ya bloodclart life, I'm a booter
Had to whip that pot off for the paper
Now, I got to drop G packs for a mover
Every music vid' that I shoot
I always got someone's mum doin' twerkin'
If the arse is fat and thе cheeks them clap
You know, I might buy her that Birkin
Two times that I bought hеr Chanel
'Cause she know what she doin' with a ball like Sterlin'
Never ever been a broadband worker
Give a one box to a yute like Virgin
Poundz gettin' pounds and they add up, add up
Big boy corn get crash up, crash up
Head back split, get mash up, mash up
Keep bussin' at them like Waka Flocka
Sexy La Chicka call me papi
Big batty gyal, I call her mami
Like roadwork signs, I stick with them poles
Tryna turn man ghost or Unknown like T
Back to the rap, man's livin'
Go tell her "Plaques and stacks"
Money comin' in from the left and the right
Now, my bust-down diamonds, they shine in the night
No Ku Klux Klan, but I fuck with the white
Evidently, I'm sick and I'm cold like ice
My browning's sweet like Bernie's Burgers
On the water, get wet like Vybz, yo
Fuck these niggas, I don't see progression
Making money, made me learn a lesson
If you hangin' with them bummy niggas
You ain't ever ever gonna meet your blessings
All these diamonds got me super flexin'
Got your wifey in my groupie section
I'm the baddest that she ever seen
I know, I blow her mind just like a Smith & Wesson
Fuck dem man, tryna talk on my name
You don't wanna die young, Roddy Ricch
And if I feed these demons inside of my heart
Better put you in a blood like Crips
Growin' up was easy and calm
Nowadays, gotta roll with armor and sticks
Big Mac go da-da-da-da-da, and I'm lovin' it
Action, action, bet bro, give him five like Jackson
Tryna tek way a yute, subtraction
Don't ride out, nigga shoot on caption
Two plus two, did the maths, no actin'
Park that ting in the bush like Acton
Gang Dan looks like Olly Murs
But he still make your heart beat, skip like—
Bad B, bad B on me
She just wan' touch on the ball like Henry
I'm a smooth criminal like Jackson
Let me see your hands in the air like zombies
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
18 when I try go cunch
19 when I made bare funds
The next year was a bust like Trump
When I was a savage, I was about 21
Chat shit then a man get done
Gucci with the littlest Pump
Sweet one, outrageous bum
I don't know how she fit in them jeans, it's dumb
Yo, I can never wifey an opp thot
Give her this D then bop
I'm in a Wraith with about two lighties
One bad B, pretty face like Los
And the whole of the gang too bookie
My young boy wanna beat shots
He might lean out the ride with a hand ting
It's a mad ting, you don't wan' get shot
Rude boy, you don't wanna get popped, bap
Yo, come we switch up the vibe, now
Listen, let's get lit, let's get lit-lit-lit
Turn up your volumes right now
Lock and load, you know what it is
Look, yo
[Verse]
She can never hop in this ride, man kill her with the D
Then send her her in an Uber
Bad night, Freddy Krueger
Big fat shells in the wap, ain't mini like cooper
Tell a man "Don't play wit' ya life"
Man tek way ya bloodclart life, I'm a booter
Had to whip that pot off for the paper
Now, I got to drop G packs for a mover
Every music vid' that I shoot
I always got someone's mum doin' twerkin'
If the arse is fat and thе cheeks them clap
You know, I might buy her that Birkin
Two times that I bought hеr Chanel
'Cause she know what she doin' with a ball like Sterlin'
Never ever been a broadband worker
Give a one box to a yute like Virgin
Poundz gettin' pounds and they add up, add up
Big boy corn get crash up, crash up
Head back split, get mash up, mash up
Keep bussin' at them like Waka Flocka
Sexy La Chicka call me papi
Big batty gyal, I call her mami
Like roadwork signs, I stick with them poles
Tryna turn man ghost or Unknown like T
Back to the rap, man's livin'
Go tell her "Plaques and stacks"
Money comin' in from the left and the right
Now, my bust-down diamonds, they shine in the night
No Ku Klux Klan, but I fuck with the white
Evidently, I'm sick and I'm cold like ice
My browning's sweet like Bernie's Burgers
On the water, get wet like Vybz, yo
Fuck these niggas, I don't see progression
Making money, made me learn a lesson
If you hangin' with them bummy niggas
You ain't ever ever gonna meet your blessings
All these diamonds got me super flexin'
Got your wifey in my groupie section
I'm the baddest that she ever seen
I know, I blow her mind just like a Smith & Wesson
Fuck dem man, tryna talk on my name
You don't wanna die young, Roddy Ricch
And if I feed these demons inside of my heart
Better put you in a blood like Crips
Growin' up was easy and calm
Nowadays, gotta roll with armor and sticks
Big Mac go da-da-da-da-da, and I'm lovin' it
Action, action, bet bro, give him five like Jackson
Tryna tek way a yute, subtraction
Don't ride out, nigga shoot on caption
Two plus two, did the maths, no actin'
Park that ting in the bush like Acton
Gang Dan looks like Olly Murs
But he still make your heart beat, skip like—
Bad B, bad B on me
She just wan' touch on the ball like Henry
I'm a smooth criminal like Jackson
Let me see your hands in the air like zombies
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
If I dig that chick in my Air Force One
Man dig her with the D real properly
18 when I try go cunch
19 when I made bare funds
The next year was a bust like Trump
When I was a savage, I was about 21
Chat shit then a man get done
Gucci with the littlest Pump
Sweet one, outrageous bum
I don't know how she fit in them jeans, it's dumb
Yo, I can never wifey an opp thot
Give her this D then bop
I'm in a Wraith with about two lighties
One bad B, pretty face like Los
And the whole of the gang too bookie
My young boy wanna beat shots
He might lean out the ride with a hand ting
It's a mad ting, you don't wan' get shot
Rude boy, you don't wanna get popped, bap
( Poundz )
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