[Intro: Nessazary & Trippie Redd]
Skrtt
Ah, do the dash (Skrrt)
Yeah (Do the dash)
Bitch (New foreign car)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
New foreign car, and I'm going full speed
New foreign car, bitch, I feel like Need For Speed
New foreign car, push to start, don't need no key
New foreign broad, put that bitch on her knees
Skrrt, whippin' that bitch, hold up
Skrrt, whippin' that bitch, hold up
Skrrt, whippin' that bitch, hold up
Skrrt, said I'm whippin' that bitch
[Verse 1: Bortz Money]
Ayy, I be whippin' that bitch
Don't matter in the whip or the kitchen and shit
Got yo' bitch over here suckin' on some dick
And you niggas out here mad as shit, we don't give a fuck
You already know, yeah we gettin' bucks
You lil' niggas out here got us fucked up
Yeah, you already know we keep the Glock, keep the mops
You lil' niggas out here need to stop it
All that tough shit y'all talkin', y'all ain't 'bout that
I already know you just do it for the clout, kid
If you really have some drama, you'd be running to your mama
You the type of nigga that's scared of llamas
I already you lil' niggas out here pussy
You lil' niggas out here will never push me
Fuck around I'll leave your brains gushy
That's just how I be, nigga, I'm a fucking G
Skrtt
Ah, do the dash (Skrrt)
Yeah (Do the dash)
Bitch (New foreign car)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
New foreign car, and I'm going full speed
New foreign car, bitch, I feel like Need For Speed
New foreign car, push to start, don't need no key
New foreign broad, put that bitch on her knees
Skrrt, whippin' that bitch, hold up
Skrrt, whippin' that bitch, hold up
Skrrt, whippin' that bitch, hold up
Skrrt, said I'm whippin' that bitch
[Verse 1: Bortz Money]
Ayy, I be whippin' that bitch
Don't matter in the whip or the kitchen and shit
Got yo' bitch over here suckin' on some dick
And you niggas out here mad as shit, we don't give a fuck
You already know, yeah we gettin' bucks
You lil' niggas out here got us fucked up
Yeah, you already know we keep the Glock, keep the mops
You lil' niggas out here need to stop it
All that tough shit y'all talkin', y'all ain't 'bout that
I already know you just do it for the clout, kid
If you really have some drama, you'd be running to your mama
You the type of nigga that's scared of llamas
I already you lil' niggas out here pussy
You lil' niggas out here will never push me
Fuck around I'll leave your brains gushy
That's just how I be, nigga, I'm a fucking G
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