yatchise - sped up

I pull up wit'
Another one
Another one
Another one
Another one
Another one
We playin' wit' gats, hol' up
You playin' wit' rats, hol' up
We playin' wit' racks, hol' up
You playin' wit' trash, hol' up
You feelin' me right
You cannot contest
Bitch give it a rest
Bitch give it a rest
You made me, made me, made me
You made me, made me
Pull out the sparks
Pull outta park
Skrrt out the lot
I do that a lot
I put it in
I don't hit the breaks
I'm goin' both ways
I don't give a fuck, if niggas, callin' me gay
I pull up wit' racks
You pull up wit' rats

Eatin' my breast
Niggas boutta put my shit to the test
Really hopin' that you start to invest
Out the ones I know, I know I'm the best
Real around me, got me feelin' so blessed
Only want love, I don't need me the checks
Only wan' be good, I don't need baguettes
Already got love bitch I don't need your sex
I know that I'm great nigga what is the catch
I know that I'm great nigga what is the
What is the catch
What is the catch
What is the catch, hol' up
What is the catch, hol' up
What is the catch, hol' up
What is the catch
What is the
Just gimmie the check
Just gimmie the check
Just give it to me
I eat up the rich
Put them on my dish
I will not stop as long as I exist
I will not stop until I get a hit
I will not stop until I get a list
I will not stop until I cannot spit
I will not stop 'till I double the racks
And got too much money then I'm done with that shit
They do not think that a nigga a wiz
And I'm fine with that shit nigga it is what it is
They do not think that a nigga exist
Until something come up, but that's none of my biz
Swimming in honey, I'm covered in bees
The music break out like I am a disease
I'm fuckin' my girl for too long now my balls are smelling like cheese

Ew, nigga what
Bitch you nasty
Bitch you nasty
Bitch you nasty
Bitch you nasty
Bitch you nasty
Bitch you nasty
Bitch you nasty

I pull up wit'
Another one
Another one
Another one
Another one
Another one
We playin' wit' gats, hol' up
You playin' wit' rats, hol' up
We playin' wit' racks, hol' up
You playin' wit' trash, hol' up
You feelin' me right
You cannot contest
Bitch give it a rest
Bitch give it a rest
You made me, made me, made me
You made me, made me
Pull out the sparks
Pull outta park
Skrrt out the lot
I do that a lot
I put it in
I don't hit the breaks
I'm goin' both ways
I don't give a fuck, if niggas, callin' me gay
I pull up wit' racks
You pull up wit' rats
Pull up wit'
You pull up wit' rats



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Writer(s): Gregory Furphy-rinaldi
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