To the Show
You ready? You was tryna be it, yeah
The semi, it was tryna be it
Let's race it, like Tay-k I waste it
I'm wasted, never been this faded
Let's go
Pull up to the show
Homie the plug
You know what he know
Makin' it rain in a big club
I don't want peace, but I want war
No, I was lying with cap on, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know we are throwing them big b's
Not acting funny, yeah, yeah
Came out the drum, yeah, yeah
That girl went sprung, yeah, yeah
Know what's going on, yeah, yeah
I see the sun with the bling, bling
Take the E, the whole thing, thing
You ready? You was tryna be it, yeah
The semi, it was tryna be it
Let's race it, like Tay-k I waste it
I'm wasted, never been this faded
Icky, like she a vicky bitch
I take her from the situation
We don't want beef
I squash that shit
Imma go hide that thing like Ricky
Ricky, pullin' up with the blicky
Hold on the smoke, Imma take it
Feel like the man, Imma make it
Imma, Imma end it though
Many men wanna kill me so
I don't want money I weez
Never been this for a reason
Remember we met at Ibiza
Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Pull up to the show
Homie the plug
You know what he know
Makin' it rain in a big club
I don't want peace, but I want war
No, I was lying with cap on, yeah
You ready? You was tryna be it, yeah
The semi, it was tryna be it
Cupid hit his target for once
Ruthless, acting everything's fun
The semi, it was tryna be it
Let's race it, like Tay-k I waste it
I'm wasted, never been this faded
Let's go
Pull up to the show
Homie the plug
You know what he know
Makin' it rain in a big club
I don't want peace, but I want war
No, I was lying with cap on, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You know we are throwing them big b's
Not acting funny, yeah, yeah
Came out the drum, yeah, yeah
That girl went sprung, yeah, yeah
Know what's going on, yeah, yeah
I see the sun with the bling, bling
Take the E, the whole thing, thing
You ready? You was tryna be it, yeah
The semi, it was tryna be it
Let's race it, like Tay-k I waste it
I'm wasted, never been this faded
Icky, like she a vicky bitch
I take her from the situation
We don't want beef
I squash that shit
Imma go hide that thing like Ricky
Ricky, pullin' up with the blicky
Hold on the smoke, Imma take it
Feel like the man, Imma make it
Imma, Imma end it though
Many men wanna kill me so
I don't want money I weez
Never been this for a reason
Remember we met at Ibiza
Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Pull up to the show
Homie the plug
You know what he know
Makin' it rain in a big club
I don't want peace, but I want war
No, I was lying with cap on, yeah
You ready? You was tryna be it, yeah
The semi, it was tryna be it
Cupid hit his target for once
Ruthless, acting everything's fun
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Writer(s): Nordlund Gustav William
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