("We love you chase")
Goin' so fast on the freeway
Bitches in my dm's Ima send em' to the sky
I got money in my pockets and she lookin with her eyes like whats up?
Let's go, in the whip for a ride
2 bullets in the clip, 2 clips in the bag
You don't wanna be exclusive bitch that's cap
Talk so much shit i'm pullin' up without a strap
But ima bring a smithin wesson just to hit a double tap
Keep posting this shit bout' me you gone feel a .40
Hit em down into the never lands just like it's Rick and Morty
Got a clip to empty out, then i'm rizzin' up your shorty
Put it up inside her mouth, now she gaggin on the (ugh)
Man i'm sorry hoe, that I couldn't be, your Romeo
Bitch you don't know me though
Married to the money I don't care about a normal hoe
I got blue strips, big bands, all this cookie dough
Icey wrist and my necks all frozen
Text your bitch now she with my hoes and
Go straight up, to the top
Pussy you should know that I been fresh
Cuz I ain't a fucking rookie
I-I-I-Icey wrist and my necks all frozen
Text your bitch now she with my hoes and
Go straight up, to the top
Pussy you should know that I been fresh
Cuz I ain't a fucking rookie
I can go down, have you flashing like a picture
Re-arrange your guts, got your organs playin twister
We can talk about life I break it down, like it's swisher
I can hit you when I want, but i'm sorry I can't kiss you
Cause i'm getting to this money yeah I got a lil fame
They be callin me a zombie cuz bitch I want some brain
Had to level up
Had to switch up with the lanes
Sparkling water, diamonds sparkle on the chain so
Turn the lights on and pour the dranks up
Got a bad lil' shawty who don't need no make up
Call of duty on these lames, I just get my rank up
I be doin what I want, and it run my bank up
(Huh) Dummy bitch, you a funny bitch
(Yeah) Please don't hit my phone if it ain't bout money bitch
I be countin up in hunnids hit you with a hunnid clip
Feelin' like a gymnast how I make that money flip
(Oh drippy, not again)