Dwayne Carter Flow
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, look
Ay, I'm toxic, I'm petty, I fuck her, forget it
She already wet, but my look made her wetter
The fit is real leather, my niggas equipped with the metal
'Cause these niggas wan' get me set up
Fuck with me, get hit up
I fuck up a bag, but it don't fuck my head up
I lock in, I get up
I take her develop, I touch it, it's better
A touch of that ghetto, 4g's of gelatto
I'm in a Gallardo, I'm bumpin' Movado
She got a stallion, I got a saddle
She let me spit in her mouth and she swallow
Suck me like I might not be here tomorrow
That bitch, she ain't mine, it's just my turn to borrow
But soon as I leave she fall for me like autumn
I just let her fall on my face with that bottom
And she gonna pick up that phone if I call her
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bape on a plane, Gucci snakes on a plane
Spent eight on bling for the hate on my name
Brought cake on the plane, I'm baked on the plane
Thirty-thousand feet up from the hate on a plane
Diamonds in my watch, diamonds in my earring
What you think I'm dressing plain 'cause I'm on a plane
Got bae on the plane and the bae don't complain
When you this high up, you away from the rain
I'm here for me, not nobody else
'Cause they taking care of they own body
So I got me, only I stop me
Call my own shots, and I'm uppin' the shotty
Get to the money, fuck the shawty
Only run from the federally
Y'all already know 'bout where I be
I'm from the dark but I'm shinning
Yeah, I felt like a milli when I had a thousand
Couldn't give a single what they think about me
All that I'm thinking about is what I'm counting
Yeah
Fuck her, I'm grabbing her neck
We're poppin' off but I ain't blow yet
Ice and cream but ain't sorbet
Free them boys, gotta call collect
Pussy hole, I saw your little threat
Y'all's outside, now you comin' out less
Okay, say less
Bape on a plane, Gucci snakes on a plane
Spent eight on bling for the hate on my name
Brought cake on the plane, I'm baked on the plane
Thirty-thousand feet up from the hate on a plane
Diamonds in my watch, diamonds in my earring
What you think I'm dressing plain 'cause I'm on a plane
Got bae on the plane and the bae don't complain
When you this high up, you away from the rain
Ayy, look
Ay, I'm toxic, I'm petty, I fuck her, forget it
She already wet, but my look made her wetter
The fit is real leather, my niggas equipped with the metal
'Cause these niggas wan' get me set up
Fuck with me, get hit up
I fuck up a bag, but it don't fuck my head up
I lock in, I get up
I take her develop, I touch it, it's better
A touch of that ghetto, 4g's of gelatto
I'm in a Gallardo, I'm bumpin' Movado
She got a stallion, I got a saddle
She let me spit in her mouth and she swallow
Suck me like I might not be here tomorrow
That bitch, she ain't mine, it's just my turn to borrow
But soon as I leave she fall for me like autumn
I just let her fall on my face with that bottom
And she gonna pick up that phone if I call her
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bitch, yeah
Bape on a plane, Gucci snakes on a plane
Spent eight on bling for the hate on my name
Brought cake on the plane, I'm baked on the plane
Thirty-thousand feet up from the hate on a plane
Diamonds in my watch, diamonds in my earring
What you think I'm dressing plain 'cause I'm on a plane
Got bae on the plane and the bae don't complain
When you this high up, you away from the rain
I'm here for me, not nobody else
'Cause they taking care of they own body
So I got me, only I stop me
Call my own shots, and I'm uppin' the shotty
Get to the money, fuck the shawty
Only run from the federally
Y'all already know 'bout where I be
I'm from the dark but I'm shinning
Yeah, I felt like a milli when I had a thousand
Couldn't give a single what they think about me
All that I'm thinking about is what I'm counting
Yeah
Fuck her, I'm grabbing her neck
We're poppin' off but I ain't blow yet
Ice and cream but ain't sorbet
Free them boys, gotta call collect
Pussy hole, I saw your little threat
Y'all's outside, now you comin' out less
Okay, say less
Bape on a plane, Gucci snakes on a plane
Spent eight on bling for the hate on my name
Brought cake on the plane, I'm baked on the plane
Thirty-thousand feet up from the hate on a plane
Diamonds in my watch, diamonds in my earring
What you think I'm dressing plain 'cause I'm on a plane
Got bae on the plane and the bae don't complain
When you this high up, you away from the rain
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Huskinson
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