SOS
Fuck you Acculbed
R34, drift fast, I'm in a bash (Yuh)
Drift fast, I'm not gonna crash (Yuh)
Drift fast, gone on the dash (Ahaha)
Drift fast, press the N-O-S (Uh-huh)
Can't stop, but we don't need a S-O-S (Grrah)
Smoke go inside my chest
Goth bitch on top of my dick, she switch up the stick (Ahaha, aye)
So I switched up the flow, green on the go (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Press down on the gas, pass down the gas
I don't need that shit, going too fast (15)
Green bands, got me flowing, too much cash
Shorty see me growing, counting big racks
I ain't a fiend, but I'mma still pop a tic tac
Too much money in hand, manifest that
Gotta rubber band, now I twist that
Can't focus on the road, my wrist fat (Ahaha)
Aye, aye
Green on the go, ain't fuck with slow
She want all the diamonds, drippin' like snow
2 glocks on me, better duck quick, limbo
Then, I dip in my Maserati the coupe
Burning this rubber, light fire on you
Sneeze, achoo, hadda bless you
Carbon on rims, while I speed past yo crew
S-O-S calling, they wanted it too
Slide with the V, put the 8 on you
Bitch want me, hadda hit her wit the blues
2 tone mustang, all bulletproof
I said "fuck you, fuck all those clues"
Drive too fast, can't stop for you
Drive too fast, can't stop for you
I told my bitch "Wish death upon you"
R34, drift fast, I'm in a bash (Yuh)
Drift fast, I'm not gonna crash (Yuh)
Drift fast, gone on the dash (Ahaha)
Drift fast, press the N-O-S (Uh-huh)
Can't stop, but we don't need a S-O-S (Grrah)
Smoke go inside my chest
Goth bitch on top of my dick, she switch up the stick (Ahaha, aye)
So I switched up the flow, green on the go (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Press down on the gas, pass down the gas
I don't need that shit, going too fast (15)
Green bands, got me flowing, too much cash
Shorty see me growing, counting big racks
I ain't a fiend, but I'mma still pop a tic tac
Too much money in hand, manifest that
Gotta rubber band, now I twist that
Can't focus on the road, my wrist fat (Ahaha)
R34, drift fast, I'm in a bash (Yuh)
Drift fast, I'm not gonna crash (Yuh)
Drift fast, gone on the dash (Ahaha)
Drift fast, press the N-O-S (Uh-huh)
Can't stop, but we don't need a S-O-S (Grrah)
Smoke go inside my chest
Goth bitch on top of my dick, she switch up the stick (Ahaha, aye)
So I switched up the flow, green on the go (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Press down on the gas, pass down the gas
I don't need that shit, going too fast (15)
Green bands, got me flowing, too much cash
Shorty see me growing, counting big racks
I ain't a fiend, but I'mma still pop a tic tac
Too much money in hand, manifest that
Gotta rubber band, now I twist that
Can't focus on the road, my wrist fat (Ahaha)
Aye, aye
Green on the go, ain't fuck with slow
She want all the diamonds, drippin' like snow
2 glocks on me, better duck quick, limbo
Then, I dip in my Maserati the coupe
Burning this rubber, light fire on you
Sneeze, achoo, hadda bless you
Carbon on rims, while I speed past yo crew
S-O-S calling, they wanted it too
Slide with the V, put the 8 on you
Bitch want me, hadda hit her wit the blues
2 tone mustang, all bulletproof
I said "fuck you, fuck all those clues"
Drive too fast, can't stop for you
Drive too fast, can't stop for you
I told my bitch "Wish death upon you"
R34, drift fast, I'm in a bash (Yuh)
Drift fast, I'm not gonna crash (Yuh)
Drift fast, gone on the dash (Ahaha)
Drift fast, press the N-O-S (Uh-huh)
Can't stop, but we don't need a S-O-S (Grrah)
Smoke go inside my chest
Goth bitch on top of my dick, she switch up the stick (Ahaha, aye)
So I switched up the flow, green on the go (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Press down on the gas, pass down the gas
I don't need that shit, going too fast (15)
Green bands, got me flowing, too much cash
Shorty see me growing, counting big racks
I ain't a fiend, but I'mma still pop a tic tac
Too much money in hand, manifest that
Gotta rubber band, now I twist that
Can't focus on the road, my wrist fat (Ahaha)
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Writer(s): Milton Carrera
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