Uh-ugh
Ugh
I'm on that
I'm on that
I'm on that
Ugh, ugh
Ugh (Fuck is you talm' 'bout?)
I'm off the molly, I can't feel my face (Woah)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (Ugh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces
I drown myself in racks, that money waste
What in the fuck are we doing, bitch?
Spacecoupé, yeah it skates, woah
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch but I pass, she ain't my taste (No)
'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah
Oh my God, I came through wildin'
Spin like, "they can't see nobody"
Rich like i'm Roddy, aye
Bitch, yeah it's my time, aye
Okay, yeah it's my time, aye
Ugh, fuck a hoe, get paid
Ugh, it's backwood, I'm faded
I'mma throw no shade
I know Go don't miss
I'mma hit you when I aim (Pow)
And I feel like the blueprint bitch, I feel like I'm Jay Z
You know you gotta move me bitch, that's how to persuade me
Treat you niggas like my Yung Bruh, shoutout Lil Tracy
Been on this since I was young, bro no nigga made me
Pull off in a UFO, Go yeah, he a alien
Damn, he can't take my spot, nigga yeah, take it back
Somebody get they thot, she's a bop, she's all nasty
We gon' send them shots, we will put 'em to your head (Pow)
I'm off the molly, I can't feel my face (Woah)
I know you worried 'bout a nigga, bae (Ugh)
Can't trip 'bout shit, lil' bitch, I check my laces
I drown myself in racks, that money waste
What in the fuck are we doing, bitch?
Spacecoupé, yeah it skates, woah
I was gon' fuck that lil' bitch but I pass, she ain't my taste (No)
'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah
'Fore I ate my fit up but I swear I'll say my grace, woah
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