[Intro: G.T.]
Yeah, phew, phew, phew, phew (It's it right there, big body Rolls)
Phew (Haha)
Go, yeah (Who is that there outside that big body?)
Vroom, vroom (They're all there, they got the camera ready, yeah)
Let's go, go, go
[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I brought the big body Rolls (I did), suicide doors (Vroom)
Neck on froze (On froze), Prezi' rose gold
No cap, nigga (No Cap)
No cap, nigga
No bap (No bap)
For real, yeah
We heard all the flows (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), lies that you told (For real)
Nigga, we don't believe (Uh-uh) the cap (Nigga, the cap)
Yeah, I'm a rich nigga, throw it back (Throw it back, okay)
I'm a street nigga, I just rap (I just rap, okay)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Phew, phew, I be runnin' it up, prezi' flooded on me
Thousand gram Cuban yellow like it's hurtin' on me, huh
Fill that pop with red tech, I got bloody money (Yeah)
Pull up in that Red 'Rari, leave that fucker runnin'
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Cover the bed with a million in cash and then I fuck her on it
Hop in that bitch, then press the pedal, I damn near broke the motor
Five percent on all of my whips, this bitch say I'm the fuckin' owner
I'm from the D, but all the shit we sell from Arizona
Bro just pulled up, black Ghost, that shit look paranormal
Tell me why every time we bring the bag out they don't want it?
Yeah, phew, phew, phew, phew (It's it right there, big body Rolls)
Phew (Haha)
Go, yeah (Who is that there outside that big body?)
Vroom, vroom (They're all there, they got the camera ready, yeah)
Let's go, go, go
[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I brought the big body Rolls (I did), suicide doors (Vroom)
Neck on froze (On froze), Prezi' rose gold
No cap, nigga (No Cap)
No cap, nigga
No bap (No bap)
For real, yeah
We heard all the flows (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), lies that you told (For real)
Nigga, we don't believe (Uh-uh) the cap (Nigga, the cap)
Yeah, I'm a rich nigga, throw it back (Throw it back, okay)
I'm a street nigga, I just rap (I just rap, okay)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Phew, phew, I be runnin' it up, prezi' flooded on me
Thousand gram Cuban yellow like it's hurtin' on me, huh
Fill that pop with red tech, I got bloody money (Yeah)
Pull up in that Red 'Rari, leave that fucker runnin'
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Cover the bed with a million in cash and then I fuck her on it
Hop in that bitch, then press the pedal, I damn near broke the motor
Five percent on all of my whips, this bitch say I'm the fuckin' owner
I'm from the D, but all the shit we sell from Arizona
Bro just pulled up, black Ghost, that shit look paranormal
Tell me why every time we bring the bag out they don't want it?
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