Global Distortion
Uh, uh
Cash out, cash out
Cash out
Three ho swag, huh
Three hoes in the powder with Phantom, man, turned up
Every day is overtime, I been on over-grind (Cash out)
I might call an Uber if that bitch is uber fine
You can get anything you want, just peep the signs (Yes)
White bitch in the corner just did a line
She was once a stripper but I might make her mine
Booger snot drippin' whole all in my bracelet
Internet, don't say it, broad day, we spray it
Flew her to Baltimore, got her butt naked
If you don't feel my rhymes, just peep the message
You know that phone hot, I cannot text it
I just got some new dope, uncle gonna test it
Addie Pitino, this that fuckin' solo shit
I don't care who you know, nigga, go and get
It's gon' empty out but I got more clips
Sniper kit, army gun, yeah, we tote that
Cookie buds, huh, look like big old bits
Said he need a half thing, that's a chicken wing
Got a shooter in the cut, he got no name
She said she wanna fuck, I told her I'm Tory Lanez (White)
Alexander Wang, mix it with the Helmut Lang (What?)
I was down bad, I ain't never pawn a chain
Stayed down for the come-up, I'ma floss again (Cash out)
I gave her pickle, pull up to my residentials
Run up on me wrong, AK will dolphin flip you
I love it when she do her thing, it tickle
Cash out, cash out
Cash out
Three ho swag, huh
Three hoes in the powder with Phantom, man, turned up
Every day is overtime, I been on over-grind (Cash out)
I might call an Uber if that bitch is uber fine
You can get anything you want, just peep the signs (Yes)
White bitch in the corner just did a line
She was once a stripper but I might make her mine
Booger snot drippin' whole all in my bracelet
Internet, don't say it, broad day, we spray it
Flew her to Baltimore, got her butt naked
If you don't feel my rhymes, just peep the message
You know that phone hot, I cannot text it
I just got some new dope, uncle gonna test it
Addie Pitino, this that fuckin' solo shit
I don't care who you know, nigga, go and get
It's gon' empty out but I got more clips
Sniper kit, army gun, yeah, we tote that
Cookie buds, huh, look like big old bits
Said he need a half thing, that's a chicken wing
Got a shooter in the cut, he got no name
She said she wanna fuck, I told her I'm Tory Lanez (White)
Alexander Wang, mix it with the Helmut Lang (What?)
I was down bad, I ain't never pawn a chain
Stayed down for the come-up, I'ma floss again (Cash out)
I gave her pickle, pull up to my residentials
Run up on me wrong, AK will dolphin flip you
I love it when she do her thing, it tickle
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Writer(s): A$ap Ant
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