Test Me!
(Kyoto)
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Uh)
(Uh, uh huh)
(Yeah, uh huh)
(Uh, uh huh)
She keep tryna tell me she sorry, but baby, I'm done
Run up with my brothers, we all need each other, if we pullin' up it ain't for fun
Don't be tryna test me, I am not the one
Got too many clones, got too many ones
No child support, but these boys is my sons
My brothers get to the cash
We bring that in fast
I'm in a SRT, no Scat
I'm coming in first, you coming in last
We doin' the work, we doin' the dash
I do one turn, I might crash
Drank fill my tummy up, pass gas
Never seen y'all dummies up, y'all trash
Now they wanna pretend like they my amigo
We party, Casamigos
Fly ya' girl to Puerto Rico
Do them cars fast like Guido
I'm higher than a Seagull
And I'm flyer than a Eagle
(Uh, uh huh)
She keep tryna tell me she sorry, but baby, I'm done
Run up with my brothers, we all need each other, if we pullin' up it ain't for fun
Don't be tryna test me, I am not the one
Got too many clones, got too many ones
No child support, but these boys is my sons
My brothers get to the cash
We bring that in fast
I'm in a SRT, no Scat
I'm coming in first, you coming in last
We doin' the work, we doin' the dash
I do one turn, I might crash
Drank fill my tummy up, pass gas
Never seen y'all dummies up, y'all trash
(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Uh)
(Uh, uh huh)
(Yeah, uh huh)
(Uh, uh huh)
She keep tryna tell me she sorry, but baby, I'm done
Run up with my brothers, we all need each other, if we pullin' up it ain't for fun
Don't be tryna test me, I am not the one
Got too many clones, got too many ones
No child support, but these boys is my sons
My brothers get to the cash
We bring that in fast
I'm in a SRT, no Scat
I'm coming in first, you coming in last
We doin' the work, we doin' the dash
I do one turn, I might crash
Drank fill my tummy up, pass gas
Never seen y'all dummies up, y'all trash
Now they wanna pretend like they my amigo
We party, Casamigos
Fly ya' girl to Puerto Rico
Do them cars fast like Guido
I'm higher than a Seagull
And I'm flyer than a Eagle
(Uh, uh huh)
She keep tryna tell me she sorry, but baby, I'm done
Run up with my brothers, we all need each other, if we pullin' up it ain't for fun
Don't be tryna test me, I am not the one
Got too many clones, got too many ones
No child support, but these boys is my sons
My brothers get to the cash
We bring that in fast
I'm in a SRT, no Scat
I'm coming in first, you coming in last
We doin' the work, we doin' the dash
I do one turn, I might crash
Drank fill my tummy up, pass gas
Never seen y'all dummies up, y'all trash
Credits
Writer(s): Yvng Zr
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