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Luca on the track
Trap house Mob

And shit get crazy when you come outside, boy you might need a vest, hey
We aim at ya chest, hey
Boy, this not a test, hey (ooh)
You not have flexed, hey
Ay, ay

I figured how to get it, no fumble, I love to finesse, hey
And shit get crazy when you come outside, boy, you might need a vest, hey
When people around me were changing, I know all that shit was a test, ay
Nigga know I'm an alien, came out the rocket ship, why would I flex? Ay

How could I not? (How could I not? Not? Not?)
When I pull out the big body Benz and the Choppa to blow out the block (block, block)
And she said that she had a boyfriend, but that's after she act like a thot
She said, "We won't get caught"
I said, "Fuck it, why not?"

Codeine sippin', bad bitches here
Ass shakin', ay, told her let me see it
Mad liquor, sippin' Hennessy
Bad bitches, they wanna be with me

I'm with Aphrodite, ain't know she a goddess
Nigga, I'm on it, we came up and grinded
It's fuck the competitors, nigga, I promise
If you were the pussy, I gotta be honest

Don't fuck with rats and you lookin' like Sonic, you dig?
Ain't talkin' hats, but we aim at your lids
I'm in the mall with the bands on my wrist
She off the Molly, she all on my dick



Credits
Writer(s): Luca Fano-caroti, Latos Konstantinos, Justin Kirkpatrick
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