No feelings (feat. Zero)
Man I flooded my wrist (gang gang)
That shit cost a brick (yeah)
LV, designer
Bout a hunnid on the fit (oh yuh)
Man I can't with all these hoes (nah)
Yeah I can't wear all these clothes (nah)
I been balling way too hard
Gone need ten thousand for that show, yuh (aye, aye, aye)
That bitch she love all my drip, huh
She tryna have all my kids, huh
Had to go boss up that bitch, huh
Took her to Fendi and shit, man
Fuck that bitch leave her right there, man
You know I don't even care, man
You know I can't even feel, man (yeah)
Aye
This a big body (aye)
Big body truck (aye)
I got a baddie I'm up in her guts
I can't decide, the coupe or the truck (coupe or the truck)
Fuck it we take em both going nuts (aye)
Fuck with nobody, everybody sucks
Flipping the coin man I'm testing my luck
I just be high man I'm always up (I'm always up)
Chilling with Buddah man he said wassup
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I already told you (already told you)
Shoulda got ready (aye aye)
Hop in the back (hop in the back)
She giving me heady (uh huh oh yuh)
That bitch so bad (that bitch so bad)
Got WAP like Fetty
Man I'm still screaming (I'm still screaming)
Fuck 12 (skrrt)
One hand in this bitch, Odell
Yeah I need to pour up in this bitch
We sipping on syrup, sipping on Tris
Fuck all the birds in this bitch
She know all the words to this shit yeah
Huh, huh
Whipping that GLE fast (GLE fast)
Huh, huh
Got like 200 the dash (hunnid the dash)
Aye, aye
Smack that bitch right on the ass
Aye, aye
Up on the X so I hope I don't crash
Smoking on Runtz, we don't smoke on no crack (crack)
How that bitch know me she calling me Zach
Up in the coupe got a blick in the back (back)
Pussy be capping he cat in the hat (ba, ba, ba)
I'm counting my cheese, we up in the stu (up in the stu)
Bizzy pull up and she's blowing my flute (blowing my-)
Popping these drugs I'm just in that mood (Oh)
Don't even worry I'm higher than you
Man I flooded my wrist (gang gang)
That shit cost a brick (yeah)
LV, designer
Bout a hunnid on the fit (oh yuh)
Man I can't with all these hoes (nah)
Yeah I can't wear all these clothes (nah)
I been balling way too hard
Gone need ten thousand for that show, yuh (aye, aye, aye)
That bitch she love all my drip, huh
She tryna have all my kids, huh
Had to go boss up that bitch, huh
Took her to Fendi and shit, man
Fuck that bitch leave her right there, man
You know I don't even care, man
You know I can't even feel, man (yeah)
That shit cost a brick (yeah)
LV, designer
Bout a hunnid on the fit (oh yuh)
Man I can't with all these hoes (nah)
Yeah I can't wear all these clothes (nah)
I been balling way too hard
Gone need ten thousand for that show, yuh (aye, aye, aye)
That bitch she love all my drip, huh
She tryna have all my kids, huh
Had to go boss up that bitch, huh
Took her to Fendi and shit, man
Fuck that bitch leave her right there, man
You know I don't even care, man
You know I can't even feel, man (yeah)
Aye
This a big body (aye)
Big body truck (aye)
I got a baddie I'm up in her guts
I can't decide, the coupe or the truck (coupe or the truck)
Fuck it we take em both going nuts (aye)
Fuck with nobody, everybody sucks
Flipping the coin man I'm testing my luck
I just be high man I'm always up (I'm always up)
Chilling with Buddah man he said wassup
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I already told you (already told you)
Shoulda got ready (aye aye)
Hop in the back (hop in the back)
She giving me heady (uh huh oh yuh)
That bitch so bad (that bitch so bad)
Got WAP like Fetty
Man I'm still screaming (I'm still screaming)
Fuck 12 (skrrt)
One hand in this bitch, Odell
Yeah I need to pour up in this bitch
We sipping on syrup, sipping on Tris
Fuck all the birds in this bitch
She know all the words to this shit yeah
Huh, huh
Whipping that GLE fast (GLE fast)
Huh, huh
Got like 200 the dash (hunnid the dash)
Aye, aye
Smack that bitch right on the ass
Aye, aye
Up on the X so I hope I don't crash
Smoking on Runtz, we don't smoke on no crack (crack)
How that bitch know me she calling me Zach
Up in the coupe got a blick in the back (back)
Pussy be capping he cat in the hat (ba, ba, ba)
I'm counting my cheese, we up in the stu (up in the stu)
Bizzy pull up and she's blowing my flute (blowing my-)
Popping these drugs I'm just in that mood (Oh)
Don't even worry I'm higher than you
Man I flooded my wrist (gang gang)
That shit cost a brick (yeah)
LV, designer
Bout a hunnid on the fit (oh yuh)
Man I can't with all these hoes (nah)
Yeah I can't wear all these clothes (nah)
I been balling way too hard
Gone need ten thousand for that show, yuh (aye, aye, aye)
That bitch she love all my drip, huh
She tryna have all my kids, huh
Had to go boss up that bitch, huh
Took her to Fendi and shit, man
Fuck that bitch leave her right there, man
You know I don't even care, man
You know I can't even feel, man (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Zach Wilson-george
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