914

Ridin in sport
She need backin support
Gotta lack of support
Gotta pack it some more
I got the juice
and I'm loose in the booth
When the crew hit the sploof
All them 6 on the floor
Done with the cappin and backstabbin
In the back cabin tryna fly to Japan
Ladies love us
Throwing champagne and some elbows
They cant fuck with ya man
914, 914
Miles a minute cause I hopped in the porsche
New York spittin fire flame
Fantastic 2 and I'm the human torch
Lacking the wealth and the health for yourself
You got gucci for days but you cant pay your rent
So you bag it up, bag it up, all for your body
But nobody wanna pay for your rent
Aint no more lackin, I come through the back
And I fuck up the pack cause I'm down for that shit
When we come back you gon laugh where you at
Cause you strapped with a MAC
We got plaques in this bitch
Back with the Mac, RIP to the goat
Yea we rappin the facts, we got speed and the flow
But I need a lil more, yea I need a lil more
"Ah fuck, you know what"

Oh ok
Say hola to my Nina
Imported from Ibiza
Te amo reefer
Baby so nice to meetcha
I'm
In my streetwear
Boss up and pay my g fare
Fuck a shortcut, from that top rope I'm leaping
Man my lifestyle so lavish
Little design, with a little more passion
Catch a co-sign, from the most high, if you don't mind, hit it both side
Ayo this my shit
Drop low and hit that bitch
I'm on my main game, from average, to beast ain't a thing change
I go dame range, like 3 shots no gang bang
You name claim, don't claim lame
You champion but no ring ring
From the roots of my rapping
I'm immune to distraction
Success in numbers
Bitch I'm a main attraction



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Mchale
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