[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Aye, can you turn that on?
Yeah, [?]
Whoa, turn up, turn up, what? Yeah
[Verse]
Push to start ignition with the heated seats, ooh
Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me, ayy
It's all cash, why the fuck I need a lease? Ayy
Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf
I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back, yuh
Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard, yeah
Yeah, whip it like a NASCAR
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ayy
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah
Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons, yeah
How the fuck I'm comin'? Bitch, I'm comin' clutch, ayy
You can't tell me shit, I'm that boy, go look me up, ayy
Bitch, bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah
Ain't nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops, yeah
Just rollin' up the dope with these hoes, yeah, you know
That I be rollin' through the 573 with my bros
And I be smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes
And I been stackin' up the paper with nothin' but the flow
And you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won't take shit from me
I got some weed and it's dummy, I'm on the beach and it's lovely, yeah
I'm with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and I wasn't impressed, nah, ayy
Boy, this cannot be yo' best, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah
I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah
All these rappers boring me to death, ah, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
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