i8

Brrr
(Cub, know he go crazy) Brrr, brrr
(Tell me you love me)
Uh-ooh

I got the engine, and I'm on some man shit
I thought that that was some man shit (prr)
I thought that that was the way that you said
That was from my understandment
Aw-yeah (ha-ha-ha)
Man, a nigga just rappin' at this point

I8 go vroom, skrrt
When I spin off the block with a whole Hunnid racks, in my pants (my pants)
I don't know about you, but I'ma die for my mans (my mans)
Steady thinkin' 'bout you, can't get lil' ma out my head (head)
Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can't
Shawty fuckin' my nigga, no Al Pacino

Glock work on the block, no Scarface
Had the ball in your court, you ain't pass me the rock
I took the Penny Hardaway
Nigga talkin' extorted, get hit with the mop
I'm geeked out, Roxies, broad day
Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj
Come put that pussy on me

Girl, that pussy so good, when I fuck, I be sweatin'
Model bitch from the hood, she be chasin' that Fetty
She wanna put that period blood inside my food, don't eat spaghetti
Baby, I'm the superior, I came from the mud
My whole damn life, I been war ready
He say, she say, she say, he say, baby, why that really matter?
Like why we can't talk 'bout investments?
Girl, you know I bang blue, you could go get a better man
Go to work after school, that lil' mama intelligent

All I think 'bout is you, man, I think that you Heaven-sent
We go straight to the top, that's the place they ain't never been
I be sippin' on Wock', on that shit, I spent hella bands
I'm in love with this thot, ain't nobody got better than
Nigga, I'm with the mob, go to war with the Taliban
Goin' all the way up (skrrt, skrrt)
I just wanna go all the way up
When I skrrt off the block (woo, skrrt, skrrt, okay, let's go)
In a brand new i8, yeah

I8 go vroom, skrrt
When I spin off the block with a whole Hunnid racks in my pants (my pants)
I don't know about you, but I'ma die for my mans (my mans)
Steady thinkin' 'bout you, can't get lil' ma out my head (head)
Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can't
Shawty fuckin' my nigga, no Al Pacino
Glock work on the block, no Scarface

Had the ball in your court, you ain't pass me the rock
I took the Penny Hardaway
Nigga talkin' extorted, get hit with the mop
I'm geeked out, Roxies, broad day
Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj
Come put that pussy on me

I need me a Cardi, without the B, you know I'm C'd out (uh)
Whole Lotta Red, no Playboi Carti, leave his corner
No, I no longer want her around me, bitch, I'm goin' up
My dick way longer, make her suck it, got her throwin' up
Shit get real in the field, no Ricky Bobby
Know these niggas gon' squeal like Mickey talkin'
Quick to empty the steel like Ricky caught 'em
Wanna fuck on Ochocinco's daughter

No, I can't even swim but I'm deep in that water
They don't know how it feel, so I smoke a whole quarter
First 48, no law and order
Bitch better go get her drawers in order
He ain't really gon' shoot that, you ain't thuggin' (you ain't thuggin')
I might come through with a blue-flag Crip like Danny Glover (like, le-ooh-wee-ooh)
I fucked her once, but I don't really know her
So, tell me how the fuck you love me, stupid motherfucker? (motherfucker)

I8 go vroom, skrrt
When I spin off the block with a whole Hunnid racks in my pants (my pants)
I don't know about you, but I'ma die for my mans (my mans)
Steady thinkin' 'bout you, can't get lil' ma out my head (head)
Try to run from the truth, just like you do, but I can't
Shawty fuckin' my nigga, no Al Pacino
Glock work on the block, no Scarface

Had the ball in your court, you ain't pass me the rock
I took the Penny Hardaway
Nigga talkin' extorted, get hit with the mop
I'm geeked out, Roxies, broad day
Man, I need me a baddie like Nicki Minaj
Come put that pussy on me



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Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Dylan Malinga, Henri Velasco, Yannis Kissinger, Jacoby Cherry
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