VROOM
Yeah my wrist look like the moon
Yeah, yeah my wrist look like the moon
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Vroom, yeah, vroom)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Yeah, vroom, yeah)
(I'm like) I'm like vroom
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (I'm like what? Vroom)
Yeah, yeah my whip, it going vroom
(Yeah my whip, it going vroom)
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (Wait, what? Yeah, vroom)
(Yeah my wrist look like the moon)
Tell that bitch my hundreds blue, yeah (Wait, what?)
(Tell that bitch my hundreds blue)
Tell that bitch my neck a pool, yeah
(Wait, woah, what?)
Yeah, Sony hit me up with a record tryna sign me
Told that bitch I'm signed to SOON
Rock the Raf Simons to the Gucci store
Bust my wrist when I try hit that bad bitch
And I pull up that bitch she an average
She told me she tryna ride mad dick
I'm like damn that bitch act like a savage
She riding that dick like a maverick, yeah
Damn that boy acting dramatic
Ima pull the semi automatic, yeah
B-Bitches they all want the dick
Because they see my wrist
Bitch I'm living so lavish, yeah
I sip the lean, bitch I pop me a perky
That shit got me talking in Spanish, yeah
I see that girl she a hooker, yeah
Won't be polite when I go and I book her
My wrist is so sunny, I ain't talking Booker
I smoke up a bean, that shit look like a booger
Like 345 & 250 my wrist
Dishing out dimes, bitch I'm leading assists
Just drowned my wrist, that shit look like a fish
And I dunk on that bitch like I'm Stromile Swift
You see the ops and you hitting the dips
I see the opps, bitch I'm sending the hits
And I just fuck that bitch in the back of my whip
And she asking me how much I spent on my wrist
I'm like left wrist froze, yeah
Right wrist, cold, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a rolls, yeah
I got her touching her toes, yeah
He acting silly, we pull up with goons
Glock got a switch, make him pop like balloons
Stand on my money go straight to the moon
And I hop in a 'rari, that shit going vroom like
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Vroom, yeah, vroom)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(I'm like) I'm like vroom
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (Yeah my wrist look like the moon)
Yeah my whip it going vroom
(I'm like what, one, two, three, lets go!)
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (Wait, what? Yeah!)
(Yeah my wrist look like the moon)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Yeah my hundreds fucking blue)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Wait, woah, what?)
Bitch I'm signed to SOON
Yeah, yeah my wrist look like the moon
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Vroom, yeah, vroom)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Yeah, vroom, yeah)
(I'm like) I'm like vroom
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (I'm like what? Vroom)
Yeah, yeah my whip, it going vroom
(Yeah my whip, it going vroom)
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (Wait, what? Yeah, vroom)
(Yeah my wrist look like the moon)
Tell that bitch my hundreds blue, yeah (Wait, what?)
(Tell that bitch my hundreds blue)
Tell that bitch my neck a pool, yeah
(Wait, woah, what?)
Yeah, Sony hit me up with a record tryna sign me
Told that bitch I'm signed to SOON
Rock the Raf Simons to the Gucci store
Bust my wrist when I try hit that bad bitch
And I pull up that bitch she an average
She told me she tryna ride mad dick
I'm like damn that bitch act like a savage
She riding that dick like a maverick, yeah
Damn that boy acting dramatic
Ima pull the semi automatic, yeah
B-Bitches they all want the dick
Because they see my wrist
Bitch I'm living so lavish, yeah
I sip the lean, bitch I pop me a perky
That shit got me talking in Spanish, yeah
I see that girl she a hooker, yeah
Won't be polite when I go and I book her
My wrist is so sunny, I ain't talking Booker
I smoke up a bean, that shit look like a booger
Like 345 & 250 my wrist
Dishing out dimes, bitch I'm leading assists
Just drowned my wrist, that shit look like a fish
And I dunk on that bitch like I'm Stromile Swift
You see the ops and you hitting the dips
I see the opps, bitch I'm sending the hits
And I just fuck that bitch in the back of my whip
And she asking me how much I spent on my wrist
I'm like left wrist froze, yeah
Right wrist, cold, yeah
I fuck that bitch in a rolls, yeah
I got her touching her toes, yeah
He acting silly, we pull up with goons
Glock got a switch, make him pop like balloons
Stand on my money go straight to the moon
And I hop in a 'rari, that shit going vroom like
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Vroom, yeah, vroom)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
(I'm like) I'm like vroom
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (Yeah my wrist look like the moon)
Yeah my whip it going vroom
(I'm like what, one, two, three, lets go!)
Yeah my wrist look like the moon (Wait, what? Yeah!)
(Yeah my wrist look like the moon)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Yeah my hundreds fucking blue)
Vroom, vroom, vroom (Wait, woah, what?)
Bitch I'm signed to SOON
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Portscher
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