already
(Zane)
(Y-yeah, ohhh)
They said I won't make it far
But I've already been here
All I did was play my part, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And my new whip push to start
It got like 220 the dash
This bitch like a racing car, oh yeah
Play my part, and I watch them follow
Pretty bitches gon' fold
When i hit that throttle
Oh yeah
Pull up, then swallow
Could have been a model
Sip it straight out the bottle
Oh try and forget her
Like I never met her
Change up she's like "what happened?"
She just pulled up for status
Putting me up all in your captions
I text her like "what happened?"
She like the brand new fabrics
Broke boys wouldn't understand this
(They wouldn't understand this, yeah)
Me and you got an understanding
We pulled up looking so candid
The paint job look like candy
Yeah, sipping a handle of brandy
It came in with your name on it
Club lights got you feeling famous
But they done even know your name
(Yeah, they don't even know your name)
(Y-yeah, ohhh)
They said I won't make it far
But I've already been here
All I did was play my part, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And my new whip push to start
It got like 220 the dash
This bitch like a racing car, oh yeah
Play my part, and I watch them follow
Pretty bitches gon' fold
When i hit that throttle
Oh yeah
Pull up, then swallow
Could have been a model
Sip it straight out the bottle
(Y-yeah, ohhh)
They said I won't make it far
But I've already been here
All I did was play my part, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And my new whip push to start
It got like 220 the dash
This bitch like a racing car, oh yeah
Play my part, and I watch them follow
Pretty bitches gon' fold
When i hit that throttle
Oh yeah
Pull up, then swallow
Could have been a model
Sip it straight out the bottle
Oh try and forget her
Like I never met her
Change up she's like "what happened?"
She just pulled up for status
Putting me up all in your captions
I text her like "what happened?"
She like the brand new fabrics
Broke boys wouldn't understand this
(They wouldn't understand this, yeah)
Me and you got an understanding
We pulled up looking so candid
The paint job look like candy
Yeah, sipping a handle of brandy
It came in with your name on it
Club lights got you feeling famous
But they done even know your name
(Yeah, they don't even know your name)
(Y-yeah, ohhh)
They said I won't make it far
But I've already been here
All I did was play my part, yeah
Yeah, yeah
And my new whip push to start
It got like 220 the dash
This bitch like a racing car, oh yeah
Play my part, and I watch them follow
Pretty bitches gon' fold
When i hit that throttle
Oh yeah
Pull up, then swallow
Could have been a model
Sip it straight out the bottle
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Writer(s): Ethan Williams
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