[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
(AXL)
Skrrt
(Bordeaux and Non Native)
Yeah, baow
Yeah
[Chorus: Latto & Fivio Foreign]
Hol' up (Hol’ up)
Who want smoke? Let's roll up (Grr, ah)
Ayy, don't touch (Don’t touch)
New coupe, hop out, doors up
Ayy, gang in this bitch, let's go up (Grr, baow, ooh-woo)
Gang in this bitch, let's pour up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Who want smoke? Let's roll up (Grr, ah)
Ayy, don't touch
New coupe, hop out, doors up
Ayy, gang in this bitch, let's go up (Up, bitch, ooh-woo)
Gang in this bitch, let’s pour up (Grr, baow, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Latto]
Big Latto, flip a bitch like I switch channels (Grrr, ah)
Hit your nigga with my Chanel sandals
Tryna hit the Latto, he don’t even gamble (Boom, boom)
Bitch, I got somethin' to prove
My niggas got nothin’ to lose
Chanel so big it fit the hoops (Ooh, ooh, woo)
Big rich, he fell in love with a pretty bitch (Ayy)
Ain't let him record, he gon' leak shit
Sneak diss, talk shit, I'ma have to off shit (Baow, baow)
Just spent five bands on my outfit (Yeah)
I’ll do you like the tag and popped shit (Yeah)
Real hot girl, always on hot shit
Let me show you how to eat with the chopsticks (Grrr, baow)
Big cheese, big Latto and Fivi'
Now who the fuck gon' stop me? (Who?)
You gon' go broke tryna copy (Yeah)
I'm draggin' Louis V luggage through the Four Seasons lobby (Yeah, yeah)
Gang in this bitch, know they got me
Gang in this bitch, now let's party (Woo)
(AXL)
Skrrt
(Bordeaux and Non Native)
Yeah, baow
Yeah
[Chorus: Latto & Fivio Foreign]
Hol' up (Hol’ up)
Who want smoke? Let's roll up (Grr, ah)
Ayy, don't touch (Don’t touch)
New coupe, hop out, doors up
Ayy, gang in this bitch, let's go up (Grr, baow, ooh-woo)
Gang in this bitch, let's pour up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hol' up (Hol' up)
Who want smoke? Let's roll up (Grr, ah)
Ayy, don't touch
New coupe, hop out, doors up
Ayy, gang in this bitch, let's go up (Up, bitch, ooh-woo)
Gang in this bitch, let’s pour up (Grr, baow, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Latto]
Big Latto, flip a bitch like I switch channels (Grrr, ah)
Hit your nigga with my Chanel sandals
Tryna hit the Latto, he don’t even gamble (Boom, boom)
Bitch, I got somethin' to prove
My niggas got nothin’ to lose
Chanel so big it fit the hoops (Ooh, ooh, woo)
Big rich, he fell in love with a pretty bitch (Ayy)
Ain't let him record, he gon' leak shit
Sneak diss, talk shit, I'ma have to off shit (Baow, baow)
Just spent five bands on my outfit (Yeah)
I’ll do you like the tag and popped shit (Yeah)
Real hot girl, always on hot shit
Let me show you how to eat with the chopsticks (Grrr, baow)
Big cheese, big Latto and Fivi'
Now who the fuck gon' stop me? (Who?)
You gon' go broke tryna copy (Yeah)
I'm draggin' Louis V luggage through the Four Seasons lobby (Yeah, yeah)
Gang in this bitch, know they got me
Gang in this bitch, now let's party (Woo)
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