[Verse]
Push to start ignition with the heated seats
Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me
It's all cash, why the fuck I need a lease? Uh
Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raff
I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back
Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard
Whip it like a NASCAR
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em
Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raff Simons
How the fuck I'm comin'? Bitch, I'm comin' clutch, ayy
You can't tell me shit, I'm that boy, go look me up, uh
Yeah, bitch, I look like Majin Buu
Ain't nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops, yeah
I'm rollin' up the dope with these hoes, yeah, you know
I been rollin' through thе 573 with my bros
I been smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes
And I been stackin' up the papеr with nothin' but the flow
Yeah, you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won't take shit from me
I got some weed and it's dummy, I'm on the beach and it's lovely, ayy
I'm with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and I wasn't impressed
Boy, this cannot be yo' best
Do yourself a favor, save your breath
And I would never switch up for a check
I been bottle poppin' with my set
All these rappers boring me to death
Do yourself a favor, save your breath
Push to start ignition with the heated seats
Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me
It's all cash, why the fuck I need a lease? Uh
Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raff
I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back
Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard
Whip it like a NASCAR
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em
Shawty wanna kiss like I'm Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raff Simons
How the fuck I'm comin'? Bitch, I'm comin' clutch, ayy
You can't tell me shit, I'm that boy, go look me up, uh
Yeah, bitch, I look like Majin Buu
Ain't nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops, yeah
I'm rollin' up the dope with these hoes, yeah, you know
I been rollin' through thе 573 with my bros
I been smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes
And I been stackin' up the papеr with nothin' but the flow
Yeah, you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won't take shit from me
I got some weed and it's dummy, I'm on the beach and it's lovely, ayy
I'm with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain't never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and I wasn't impressed
Boy, this cannot be yo' best
Do yourself a favor, save your breath
And I would never switch up for a check
I been bottle poppin' with my set
All these rappers boring me to death
Do yourself a favor, save your breath
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