Lyrics : London Golston
Music : Cyrus Gomez/London Golston/Aaron isaiah galloway
Let it run-Let it run, Zay
Let it run, let it run
Aye, 5lo-
Ceg-ball tr-
Ce-Ceg-ball trippin' on this one
I think the Xan' tryna tell me sumn', that Perc' talk
Could've smacked her friend, I wasn't tryna to start no drama
Paper-tag Sedan, pull on they block
We makin' a whole lotta noise
Ain't hearin' nun' you sayin'
Bust-down Carti', the left and the right one
Nigga wan' talk 'bout the smoke, we havin' smoke
All my niggas got new guns
All white, feel like the pope
Supreme drip, goin' AF1
Thot ho thought I was dumb
Bitch you trippin', know you workin' one
Pullin' up, .300 Blackout hit his dome, he can't feel nun'
I'm wеarin' Fear of God, Chrome Heart'
Thеse niggas ain't drippin' on nun'
I got a switch in the car, switch in the car, young Prada pull out that button
Pradabag mix it hard, mix it hard, I got the trap-house-money
Young nigga rockstar, rock out with a 4 Nick in the cannon
I got a black truck, pullin' up, ready to pick up a body
Young nigga act up, took that boy down
Put some new ice on the Carti'
Mmm, I got a "brr" in the car, a "brr" in the car
Pull up, bitch, I get to bussin'
Fully on me go retarded, I go retarded, when a ho send me yo' name
Whip out the fully stick, get to trippin'
We spin that block 'til the mornin'
She want them rocks, Xans, pink pills
Bitch, you can't boot up on nun'
I got a red flag on the stick, tryna put opp block on it
I got a black Glock doin' tricks, ain't got no serial on it
I think the Xan' tryna tell me sumn', that Perc' talk
Could've smacked her friend, I wasn't tryna to start no drama
Paper-tag Sedan, pull on they block, we makin' a whole lotta noise
Ain't hearin' nun' you sayin'
Bust-down Carti', the left and the right one
Nigga wan' talk 'bout the smoke, we havin' smoke
All my niggas got new guns
All white, feel like the pope
Supreme drip, goin' AF1
Thot ho thought I was dumb
Bitch you trippin', know you workin' one
Pullin' up, .300 Blackout hit his dome, he can't feel nun'