GTRS N FAST CARS! (feat. NoTo)
Mane
Man catch a kill
I just been slidin' that block it get real
I just met this lil' bitch in the hills
Big ole' booty and this shit get real
I just been talking to this bitch yeah for days
To much designer on me I won't say
She asking me to go save her
I told her I can not save
She really think imma' save her
I got her all on her knees she a savior
Haha, I got her all on her knees she a savior
Slide on yo' block with a motherfuckin' saber
Slide on yo' block with a motherfuckin' laser
Slide on yo' block with a motherfuckin' taser
Shawty telling me to save her, won't save her
Only thing imma' save is this paper
Bitch, bitch imma' catch me a kill
Bitch I've been slidin' that hemi get real
392 on my grills, 392 that's the deal
392 in that scat
Swerving this shit yeah I swerve it real fast
Bitch imma' swerve it real fast (Luh' NoTo, Luh' NoTo)
I just walked up in the bank with Luh' NoTo
Bi-bitch we finna' take all of they bands
Bitch we finna' take all of they fans
If we come to the show in advance
I your whole advance all in my hands
Walked in dis' bih' wit' a gun in my hands
Talking down you gon' get "Frrr', Blam"
I just went up and I ain't have no plan
I just went up
It's best you don't try me cause I keep it tucked
Heard that they switching sides like what the fuck
Heard that they switching sides they got me buggin'
Yeah this some new money, not no old
Money, not no old money like Joe Biden
They look at my swag and they copy and bite it
How you gon trust her you know that she lying
You know that she lying
How you put your trust all in that bitch?
Cut em off cause he rock wit' a snitch
Said I don't pop pill but I might pop that ecstasy
They think that they know me but they don't nun' bout' me
Girl this not no wrangler girl this shit a Trackhawk Jeep
I hop on your song and then I make it mine
I'm sorry luh' coop I do this all the time
Tell that bitch it's my verse it's my time to shine
I've been sipping on lean no buddy not no wine
I had to cut her off cause she just whine
I told that bih' go and get a life
I told that bih' "go do sum' fa' ya' self"
I'm in dis' bih' I'm posted wit' da' Devil
I'm in dis' bih' posted I'm posted with my brudda'
Finna' slice yo' ass up I'll hit you wit' dat' kutta'
Da' Glock hit yo' face it hit you like a uppercut
No you not gang, luh' buddy you not one of us
Glock knock you out luh' buddy, like it's Tyson
My pockets so fat they looking like a byson
Bih' treat me like a bicycle she ride me
Man catch a kill
I just been slidin' that block it get real
I just met this lil' bitch in the hills
Big ole' booty and this shit get real
I just been talking to this bitch yeah for days
To much designer on me I won't say
She asking me to go save her
I told her I can not save
She really think imma' save her
I got her all on her knees she a savior
Haha, I got her all on her knees she a savior
Slide on yo' block with a motherfuckin' saber
Slide on yo' block with a motherfuckin' laser
Slide on yo' block with a motherfuckin' taser
Shawty telling me to save her, won't save her
Only thing imma' save is this paper
Bitch, bitch imma' catch me a kill
Bitch I've been slidin' that hemi get real
392 on my grills, 392 that's the deal
392 in that scat
Swerving this shit yeah I swerve it real fast
Bitch imma' swerve it real fast (Luh' NoTo, Luh' NoTo)
I just walked up in the bank with Luh' NoTo
Bi-bitch we finna' take all of they bands
Bitch we finna' take all of they fans
If we come to the show in advance
I your whole advance all in my hands
Walked in dis' bih' wit' a gun in my hands
Talking down you gon' get "Frrr', Blam"
I just went up and I ain't have no plan
I just went up
It's best you don't try me cause I keep it tucked
Heard that they switching sides like what the fuck
Heard that they switching sides they got me buggin'
Yeah this some new money, not no old
Money, not no old money like Joe Biden
They look at my swag and they copy and bite it
How you gon trust her you know that she lying
You know that she lying
How you put your trust all in that bitch?
Cut em off cause he rock wit' a snitch
Said I don't pop pill but I might pop that ecstasy
They think that they know me but they don't nun' bout' me
Girl this not no wrangler girl this shit a Trackhawk Jeep
I hop on your song and then I make it mine
I'm sorry luh' coop I do this all the time
Tell that bitch it's my verse it's my time to shine
I've been sipping on lean no buddy not no wine
I had to cut her off cause she just whine
I told that bih' go and get a life
I told that bih' "go do sum' fa' ya' self"
I'm in dis' bih' I'm posted wit' da' Devil
I'm in dis' bih' posted I'm posted with my brudda'
Finna' slice yo' ass up I'll hit you wit' dat' kutta'
Da' Glock hit yo' face it hit you like a uppercut
No you not gang, luh' buddy you not one of us
Glock knock you out luh' buddy, like it's Tyson
My pockets so fat they looking like a byson
Bih' treat me like a bicycle she ride me
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Writer(s): Matthew Mercado, Zach Cooper
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