[Intro]
Trademark
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-Oh my God, cruise through your city at midnight
Fuck what he talk, what his kids like?
He talkin' hot, we gon' see if he can fly
Oh-Oh my God, Cartier wrapped 'round my lens, right
Anime bitch call me, "Senpai"
Walk with a thirty now thirty-some men died
[Chorus]
Oh-Oh my God (Woo, yeah)
Oh-Oh my God (Yeah)
Oh-Oh my God (Woah)
Oh-Oh my God (Wha', wha', wha', wha')
[Verse]
Where the whip at nigga?
Move fast, where your sense at nigga?
Niggas on the fly, tryna get that nigga
Too hot in your city, who the fuck is that nigga? (Woah)
When he come back home, we gotta get that nigga
Put it simply, I'm not, ayy
Run a nigga out his socks (Yeah, yeah)
Whip it up, whip it, whip it, never stop
Whip it up, turn that shit into a rock
I ain't tryna talk, hit him, dead shot
All white J's, got 'em dead stock (Whoa)
Kurt Angle my bitch, make her legs lock
Go ahead lil' baby, go 'head, head lock (Yeah)
My bitch is a baddie, baddie, Betty Bop
And she locked in the kitchen with a Betty crock
Hit it from the back, shakin' my dreadlocks
Whip up it, bae, whip, I never said stop
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain't takin' no world, this my stratosphere (Yeah)
[?]
World domination and this still my baddest year
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Apollo 19 landing on the moon
We don't live through this shit, bitch we been immune
Snow in your state in the middle of fuckin' June (What, what)
Trademark
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh-Oh my God, cruise through your city at midnight
Fuck what he talk, what his kids like?
He talkin' hot, we gon' see if he can fly
Oh-Oh my God, Cartier wrapped 'round my lens, right
Anime bitch call me, "Senpai"
Walk with a thirty now thirty-some men died
[Chorus]
Oh-Oh my God (Woo, yeah)
Oh-Oh my God (Yeah)
Oh-Oh my God (Woah)
Oh-Oh my God (Wha', wha', wha', wha')
[Verse]
Where the whip at nigga?
Move fast, where your sense at nigga?
Niggas on the fly, tryna get that nigga
Too hot in your city, who the fuck is that nigga? (Woah)
When he come back home, we gotta get that nigga
Put it simply, I'm not, ayy
Run a nigga out his socks (Yeah, yeah)
Whip it up, whip it, whip it, never stop
Whip it up, turn that shit into a rock
I ain't tryna talk, hit him, dead shot
All white J's, got 'em dead stock (Whoa)
Kurt Angle my bitch, make her legs lock
Go ahead lil' baby, go 'head, head lock (Yeah)
My bitch is a baddie, baddie, Betty Bop
And she locked in the kitchen with a Betty crock
Hit it from the back, shakin' my dreadlocks
Whip up it, bae, whip, I never said stop
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I ain't takin' no world, this my stratosphere (Yeah)
[?]
World domination and this still my baddest year
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Apollo 19 landing on the moon
We don't live through this shit, bitch we been immune
Snow in your state in the middle of fuckin' June (What, what)
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