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Ooh, yeah, and she ride in that coupe, ah
Ooh, yeah, I'ma pull up with my crew, yeah
Ooh, yeah, me and Wxlf, me and Wxlf, yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh, yeah, me and 'Kless we gon' shoot, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, gotta get it, uh
Yeah, you know I'm with it, uh
And she see I'm blessed
She checked the tag, she feel the Spirit, huh, yeah, hm
Never seen a like that, huh
She wanna lil' rugrat, huh
I gotta run that check
These cops won't get off up my back (Woo, woo)
Just slide with your boo, just stay with yo' man
Play wit' 'em, play wit' 'em, play wit' 'em, yeah (Haha)
Yeah, yeah
Yellow Pikachu
Matching with the shoes, yeah
I'ma pull up "skrt"
Catch me wildin' with the troops
I got the bag on me
You ain't gotta lie to me (Naw)
I'm balling like twenty-three (Swish)
These folks tryna come for me, ooh, yeah, yeah
It wasn't in the plan, but it's heaven-sent, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Just talked to God, time to levitate (Haha)
Woah, hold up, tell the devil to pull up and shut up
And I still gotta fix the propellers, yeah
I'ma go talk to the fellas, yeah
'Cause shawty was hitting my phone
But I was like, "Nah, for real, for real", yeah
I'ma go rock with God you stay over there, yeah
I'm here to chill, yeah, I'm not the same (No sir, I'm not the same, I took the)
Yeah, I'm whipping the clutch, huh
I feel like Brady, no bunch, huh
If she too young, I no touch, huh
Catching me slip, ain't no such, huh
Yeah, yeah, huh, I took my girl out to lunch, huh
Yeah, yeah, huh, chicken fillet wit' da punch, huh
Yeah, yeah, Big Ben in the pocket, huh
GLEECE, man, he a prophet, huh
Jwet life, I'm boppin', huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, ride around like I'm Max, yeah
Yeah, the army in the back, yeah
Chasing God, not racks, yeah
Ooh, yeah, and she ride in that coupe, ah
Ooh, yeah, I'ma pull up with my crew, yeah
Ooh, yeah, me and Wxlf, me and Wxlf, yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh, yeah, me and 'Kless, we gon' shoot, yeah (Uh)
Woah, mmm-mmm
That's what friends do (Yeah)
La-di-da-da, watch my bands move, mm, mm (Ah)
Me and Wxlf shoot, hm
Steady on demand 'cause we bear fruit
I gotta chit chat, yah (Yah)
Some of y'all got that wrong (Wrong)
I been da goat too long (Long)
I just started young
Huh, huh, all of us eating
Woah, woah, they callin' me heathen, huh (Woo)
Straight up out that Scooby-Doo, call my dawgs out, uh
Levitate these scary dreams, Shaggy Rogers (Ah)
Just check out all my flow, yeah, you ain't riders
I been on da go, oh, I'm on fire
No time to sleep, I'ma beast, I ain't tired
Call me MJ, last dance, it's how I'm wired, ah, ah-ah-ah
Ooh, yeah, and she ride in that coupe, ah
Ooh, yeah, I'ma pull up with my crew, yeah
Ooh, yeah, me and Wxlf, me and Wxlf, yeah-yeah
Ooh-ooh, yeah, me and 'Kless, we gon' shoot
WRITERS
Aklesso Agama, Gabriel Azucena, Ignacio Saucedo, Jonathan Saintil, Wilfred Collado
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
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