you can get it done
cost [?] Used to drive in a Buick, Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up We them drippers, lil' nigga, best watch your step (Them drippers) Let me fuck when I want, I just come and go
It's little Peter, the ity-bity, short ass color Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin'
On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door The track, produced by Quay Global, is centered around a simple string instrumental featuring three notes played on a violin, with a relatively-stripped back bass and drum line in the background.
My bro go see his barber five times a month (Yeah) Hot, hot, hot, I'm heatin' up I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' I'ma milk the game until it's empty How you got everybody lit, pipin` up? Ain`t changed, I stayed the same and maintained Barely flex, but don’t play with me, period Bitch it's the devil, better not test me funny A young gangsta, I grew up with them g's from the south I been tourin’ Can’t get to me They can’t get to me, They can’t get to me because I’m up right now They can’t get to me because I’m up Flyer than a motherfuckin’ pilot We been on the jets, we fly private I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow Then I gotta go to Texas, I’ll be back tomorrow Ever since I was a youngin’ I been chasin’ every dollar Count up them blue hundreds, we ain’t got no money problems, I’m tryna stack up and get it I went from rags to riches I blow the bag in Lenox I heard your Jag was rented I know you mad, admit it Jump in that Lam and hit it When I put that shit on I be drippin’ I fuck the baddest bitches Bend that shit over, let me hit from the back She got some good head, I’ma send her to Saks Bitch I’m a dog and I’m killin’ the cat And I’m a slime, bitch you better free Yak You niggas don’t talk, boy you better relax I make a call, get you beat with a bat Get your shit popped like the top of a gnat I got the cheese and you niggas is rats, And I left the hood broke, came back in a Murciélago I might fuck on your daughter, I used to ride on MARTA Bitch know I’m a player, I coach the team like Coach Carter She tried to take me to Maury, no bitch I’m not the father All of these bitches they know that we get it Takin’ them private flights city to city The shit that they doin’, we already did it Never been losin’, we already winning Coupe fully loaded, it’s already tinted, off the lot, leave the top with the dealer I’m not a rapper, bitch I am a dealer They can’t get to me ’cause I’m in the middle, We ain’t got no money problems, we ain’t got no money problems I told ’em put me in the game coach, I’m a starter And if she actin’ like she need me I’ma starve her Remember days ridin’ on MARTA But now we flyin’ private jets to different cities And I keep a bad bitch with me Two chains everywhere like Tity, I done growed up Bad bitches askin’ where the weed, it’s time to roll up, Contact : [email protected] Publicité : [email protected], 2020 - RAP RNB - © All rights reserved Mentions légales - Politique de confidentialité.
If we be ackin up, You best be backin up I can’t measure rappers, they be bogus And ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done (Yeah) 14x in background Take that roof off the car, let her feel the sun (Wow)
Made a lane and niggas can't get over
I let my bro go see [?] On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door Skydweller, Jubilee, and a Presi' (No cap) Still got them passin’ the hood, call it give-and-go Oomp Camp and Pastor Troy we letting it ride Ridin` `round with Dracs like we OVO [Intro: Lil Baby] I been tourin' Can't get to me They can't get to me [Chorus: Lil Baby & Gunna] They can't get to me because I'm up right now They can't get to me because I'm up Flyer than a motherfuckin' pilot We been on the jets, we fly private I just touched down in LA today, in New York tomorrow Then I gotta go to Texas, I'll be back tomorrow Just handle my business man
How you ridin' in a Benz and a Tonka truck? He can't put on that drip, he ain't one of us Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Just pull up, spin they block, and get out of there (get out of there) Turn up Ridin’ ’round with Dracs’, like we OVO Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawgâ" - LYRICS, NEW SONG: Rod Wave - POP SMOKE - "MOOD SWINGS" ft. Lil Tjay - LYRICS, POPULAR SONG: Travis Scott feat. I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo' Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie (No cap) Big dripper, stand up in the ocean I ain't got nothing against you, we human, we all got issues, but I'm tired of being tired of being tired.
Really get a pack and keep the over I fuck with slimes and I`m gonna bust (bah, bah) How you crank up that time, no key in there Made a half a ticket of promotion Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up Made my last one my last one, I'm wifin' her Count the money up fast like I'm typin' somethin' My bro go see his bop-bop five times a month (Yeah) Cook that shit up, Quay Made a lane and niggas can't get over