LBB's & G's
Damn twin, I need to go to the bank
Ah shit, haha
I want that mothafucka, SVJ mothafucka, like that mothafucking
S, what it is, what it is, that SF90 mothafucka, what I'm talking about that mothafucking
Yea that Rarri bitch, talkin' 'bout that skrt
That motherfucking skrt, skrt
That mothafucka like, I'm talkin"bout that mothafucka really
For real twin, I'm not playing with you, I want that bitch
I want that bitch twin, c'mon
Shit, for real
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
O-G-E-4-L, talkin' 'bout the LBB's
You know I can't leave out the homegirls too, call 'em the LBG's
That bitch wanna drip on Chanel
Order that shit off the SHEIN
Exhaust, pop like beans
I smoke that weed, mix X & lean
I said I'm so high
I still get money though
Come shop from jump, like bunny though
I'm Sahir, don't call me Tommy though
I said, I'm so fried
Everything so funny hoe
In Benz, I seen you runnin', bro,
No exercise, I'm thumbing though
It's a competition
Who got the most bread?
She got the best head
I wanna live my life like GTA, with all of my guns in the shed
And fuck all the people that's hatin' on me, nigga
I don't give a damn what they said
And nigga, shout out Carti in this bitch
Cause all I see is red, red, red, red
Shit, bitch, I wanna pull up in that Cadillac, that's that CTS-V
Bitch I wanna tune it by myself, but I don't even know how to do that
Turn off the traction, I know how to do that
I wanna slide, I know how to do that (skrt, skrt)
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
Ah shit, haha
I want that mothafucka, SVJ mothafucka, like that mothafucking
S, what it is, what it is, that SF90 mothafucka, what I'm talking about that mothafucking
Yea that Rarri bitch, talkin' 'bout that skrt
That motherfucking skrt, skrt
That mothafucka like, I'm talkin"bout that mothafucka really
For real twin, I'm not playing with you, I want that bitch
I want that bitch twin, c'mon
Shit, for real
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
O-G-E-4-L, talkin' 'bout the LBB's
You know I can't leave out the homegirls too, call 'em the LBG's
That bitch wanna drip on Chanel
Order that shit off the SHEIN
Exhaust, pop like beans
I smoke that weed, mix X & lean
I said I'm so high
I still get money though
Come shop from jump, like bunny though
I'm Sahir, don't call me Tommy though
I said, I'm so fried
Everything so funny hoe
In Benz, I seen you runnin', bro,
No exercise, I'm thumbing though
It's a competition
Who got the most bread?
She got the best head
I wanna live my life like GTA, with all of my guns in the shed
And fuck all the people that's hatin' on me, nigga
I don't give a damn what they said
And nigga, shout out Carti in this bitch
Cause all I see is red, red, red, red
Shit, bitch, I wanna pull up in that Cadillac, that's that CTS-V
Bitch I wanna tune it by myself, but I don't even know how to do that
Turn off the traction, I know how to do that
I wanna slide, I know how to do that (skrt, skrt)
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
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Writer(s): Sahir Sensation
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