digital dash
Yuh
Brand new whip and this shit ain't got keys
I'm doing the dash
I think I ran through a hunnid, lil' milli' lil' hoes
I don't care bout all that, yuh
They on the net
And they say that they bitch badder,
But I don't care bout all that, yuh
I just want racks on racks, lil' hoe
I'm in the beamer with the butterfly doors
I'm pushing that shit to the edge
I can't trust a soul cause' they act like feds
Choppa with a dick and I'm blowin' that lead
I'mma dunk all this shit on your head just like Kobe
Shrugging my shoulders, yeah, I feel like Lil Uzi
Bodybuilder, how I handle the toolie
Walk em' down, don't give a fuck, yeah I'm shootin
Bitches mad, I don't care what they doin
All that I know is I get right to it
Racks in yo' head, they know that I do it
Rockin' Balenci, I'm rocking all Truey
Prada, Celine, bitch I'm getting the bag
I'm on the top of the world like yuh
She blow my phone so I told her goodbye
I'm with the guys and we like to get high
So motherfuckin' high that we feel like Allah
X, pills, we gon' do the lean
When I get on the mic yeah I'm doin' my dream
She said that she proud of me, bought her Celine
Later brought her over, cause' I'm beating them cheeks
Later brought her over, cause' we doing the beans
Lately I've been feelin' like a motherfuckin' king
I'm the latest and greatest, I feel like 5G
I'm up in Saks and I'm buying a mink
Play with her mind, this little hoe won't cheat
Fuck it, I'm rollin', I'm rollin' off a bean
She off the X and she feel like a queen
Fashionista, bitch I'm buyin' McQueen
Brand new whip and this shit ain't got keys
I'm doing the dash
I think I ran through a hunnid, lil' milli' lil' hoes
I don't care bout all that, yuh
They on the net
And they say that they bitch badder,
But I don't care bout all that, yuh
I just want racks on racks, lil' hoe
I'm in the beamer with the butterfly doors
I'm pushing that shit to the edge
I can't trust a soul cause' they act like feds
Choppa with a dick and I'm blowin' that lead
I'mma dunk all this shit on your head just like Kobe
Shrugging my shoulders, yeah, I feel like Lil Uzi
Bodybuilder, how I handle the toolie
Walk em' down, don't give a fuck, yeah I'm shootin
Bitches mad, I don't care what they doin
Brand new whip and this shit ain't got keys
I'm doing the dash
I think I ran through a hunnid, lil' milli' lil' hoes
I don't care bout all that, yuh
They on the net
And they say that they bitch badder,
But I don't care bout all that, yuh
I just want racks on racks, lil' hoe
I'm in the beamer with the butterfly doors
I'm pushing that shit to the edge
I can't trust a soul cause' they act like feds
Choppa with a dick and I'm blowin' that lead
I'mma dunk all this shit on your head just like Kobe
Shrugging my shoulders, yeah, I feel like Lil Uzi
Bodybuilder, how I handle the toolie
Walk em' down, don't give a fuck, yeah I'm shootin
Bitches mad, I don't care what they doin
All that I know is I get right to it
Racks in yo' head, they know that I do it
Rockin' Balenci, I'm rocking all Truey
Prada, Celine, bitch I'm getting the bag
I'm on the top of the world like yuh
She blow my phone so I told her goodbye
I'm with the guys and we like to get high
So motherfuckin' high that we feel like Allah
X, pills, we gon' do the lean
When I get on the mic yeah I'm doin' my dream
She said that she proud of me, bought her Celine
Later brought her over, cause' I'm beating them cheeks
Later brought her over, cause' we doing the beans
Lately I've been feelin' like a motherfuckin' king
I'm the latest and greatest, I feel like 5G
I'm up in Saks and I'm buying a mink
Play with her mind, this little hoe won't cheat
Fuck it, I'm rollin', I'm rollin' off a bean
She off the X and she feel like a queen
Fashionista, bitch I'm buyin' McQueen
Brand new whip and this shit ain't got keys
I'm doing the dash
I think I ran through a hunnid, lil' milli' lil' hoes
I don't care bout all that, yuh
They on the net
And they say that they bitch badder,
But I don't care bout all that, yuh
I just want racks on racks, lil' hoe
I'm in the beamer with the butterfly doors
I'm pushing that shit to the edge
I can't trust a soul cause' they act like feds
Choppa with a dick and I'm blowin' that lead
I'mma dunk all this shit on your head just like Kobe
Shrugging my shoulders, yeah, I feel like Lil Uzi
Bodybuilder, how I handle the toolie
Walk em' down, don't give a fuck, yeah I'm shootin
Bitches mad, I don't care what they doin
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Writer(s): Lanii Drillani
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