[ Featuring Lil Yachty ]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band
Make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad
With this stick Imma show out
So many bitches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
You know we gon shoot
Step on these niggas, we need some more boots
This is a you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
Now I'm rocking designer
I that ho, she then I went and f*cked
She suck the tip and don't tell it
Racks out the roof, we gon get it
Bitches, they know we some stars
Go to the lot, and I pick out a car
Got in the booth
They thought I wasn't gonna get far
Niggas be cappin, they rap a fasad
Don't need no key, this shit ush to start
Racks in my, you know I go large designer
Some beef on a plate like a diner
We been having hoes
Run up them you know I'm a grinder
Bust down in my wrist, it might blind her
Yeah that lil bitch i got my own
But I cannot go back
Can't f*ck with these niggas, these niggas
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band
Make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad
With this stick Imma show out
So many bitches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
You know we gon shoot
Step on these niggas, we need some more boots
This is a you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
Now I'm rocking designer
Free all my guys, first in the field
Sharpening steal
Ready to kill, their life on the line
Riding for Boat, play with it, you die
Double M back, 4 X pills, tripple stack
Riding Hotwheels
Steppin on backs, niggas ain't real
Put a bitch on flats, break a pack
Make a 6 off that
My bitch hate me cause I love her
Rats love me, cause I'm rich, that's facts
Tryna act rich, you ain't putting up stacks
Yelling out slatt, big black, I attack
(Slatt) put it on wax
Getting birds, bring this shit back
Niggas don't know my body wrist like a
I ain't ever rode Mazerati
First gun was Mozberg shotty on god
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band
Make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad
With this stick Imma show out
So many bitches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
You know we gon shoot
Step on these niggas, we need some more boots
This is a you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
Now I'm rocking designer
