[ Featuring Mike WiLL Made It ]
(Rari, Rari)
Yeah
Yeah (Young Rari)
Bang, bang
(Young Rari)
(Trap-a-Holics, real trap shit)
Burr, burr
Avalanche
We got on scarfs, Taliban (Taliban)
We got the beach, just bring the sand (bring the sand)
I make bitches fly like Peter Pan (like Peter Pan)
Don't hold it in, don't keep it in (don't keep it in)
She wanna smoke the reefer and (the reefer and)
Off too many blunts, I can see the wind (I can see the wind, real trap shit)
The car go fast just like a cheetah (just like a cheetah)
I'ma front her a boat just like Aaliyah (just like Aaliyah)
This bitch send nudes, she all the way in Sweden
She know we Glo just like some neon
Gotta be fool, a fool, a fool
If you ain't got nothin' to prove, I'm too cool
Baby, I'm too slick like some lube
Zips, I'm off two, I need some food
Bitch said, "Boy, you rude, who you talkin' to?"
Shawty know that I'm a Bossanova
Told her come here and she walkin' over
She like the player in me, she like the player in me, she like the player in me
She said she wanna go out and hit a fair with me
She ain't tellin' the law nothin', she'll swear for me
Smellin' like the weed outside my property
I'm smokin' broccoli, I'm smokin' broccoli
I get aggravated like a robbery
I was born with gorillas, I can climb the tree (wah)
I was born with Lynx cats, born with bobcats
I can't just love you, baby, it's a process
Love ain't good for you, baby, that shit processed
Love ain't good for you, baby, that shit processed
Love ain't good for you, baby, that shit processed
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)
