Miss The Rage!
(Mystic in the trap)
Uh, don't play with my slatt, yeah (Slime)
Keepin' that nine, hold up, yeah
Double 09, yeah
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo (Dime)
Can't dress like this, uh (Slatt)
Put a bag on a bitch, uh (Yeah)
Put a bag on a lick, yeah (Yeah)
Got a bag full of bricks, yeah (Yeah)
Came in with a bitch, uh (Uh)
What you know about licks? Uh (What you know 'bout licks?)
What you know about X? Uh (Know 'bout X?)
And I sound like SEX (Slatt)
My bitch complex, yeah
Lil' shawty the best, yeah
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like, watch out
Got it too lit like, pipe down
No, I can't wait need it right now
Get guap I'm the one who she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now?
'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
I'm in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)
And my seats all red, yeah
I got some brand new TECs, yeah (Yeah)
We on some brand new red, huh
Pushin' this shit real fast, huh (Real fast)
Shawty gon' fuck with a model
Fuck around, big, big bag (Bag)
Young rich nigga, can't doubt 'em (Brr, shit, ah)
I'm in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)
And my seats all red, yeah
I got some brand new TECs, yeah (Yeah)
We on some brand new red, huh
Pushin' this shit real fast, huh (Real fast)
Shawty gon' fuck with a model
Uh, don't play with my slatt, yeah (Slime)
Keepin' that nine, hold up, yeah
Double 09, yeah
She ain't badder than mine, yeah
Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo (Dime)
Can't dress like this, uh (Slatt)
Put a bag on a bitch, uh (Yeah)
Put a bag on a lick, yeah (Yeah)
Got a bag full of bricks, yeah (Yeah)
Came in with a bitch, uh (Uh)
What you know about licks? Uh (What you know 'bout licks?)
What you know about X? Uh (Know 'bout X?)
And I sound like SEX (Slatt)
My bitch complex, yeah
Lil' shawty the best, yeah
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like, watch out
Got it too lit like, pipe down
No, I can't wait need it right now
Get guap I'm the one who she like now
Count it up from the morning to the night now
That's the reason that a nigga wanna fight now?
'Cause my diamonds shine like a lighthouse?
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
Four, four (Ayy)
I'm in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)
And my seats all red, yeah
I got some brand new TECs, yeah (Yeah)
We on some brand new red, huh
Pushin' this shit real fast, huh (Real fast)
Shawty gon' fuck with a model
Fuck around, big, big bag (Bag)
Young rich nigga, can't doubt 'em (Brr, shit, ah)
I'm in the brand new McLaren (Slatt)
And my seats all red, yeah
I got some brand new TECs, yeah (Yeah)
We on some brand new red, huh
Pushin' this shit real fast, huh (Real fast)
Shawty gon' fuck with a model
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Carter, Michael Lamar Ii White, Cas Van Der Heijden
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