Like, what is we doing?
Constantly, constantly blowing your phone up like, who is you screwing?
And you keep on crying and telling me lies like, baby girl, who you fooling?
Bitch, I'm geeked up in that Trackhawk, on the highway, baby, I'm zooming
And the GT3 came with twin turbos, it don't need no tuning
FFA, yeah, I'm with my family, lil shawty, we just boolin
Everywhere I go, I keep my ratchet, yeah, I keep my tooly
Baby, I'm a Rich Kid, I see you but, baby, I'm not Skooly
Why the hell you keep playing with my mind, yeah, like what is we doing?
Bitch, what the f*ck is we doing? Hoe, who the f*ck is you screwing?
You told me you loved a nigga then you dubbed a nigga, left a nigga clueless
If I catch yo' nigga out in public, you better hope I don't lose it
And he bet' not get close to me, Gen 5, hell yeah, I'ma use it
She giving good brain, hell yeah, she go stupid, you cuffing that nat, hell yeah, she a groupie
She a innocent bitch but lil shawty a newbie
In the room with yo' bitch, finna make a lil movie
Make a lil movie, lil shawty, she tryna do me
Yeah, that's yo hoe, I'll take her down, hit her with a two-piece
MOA, we the gang nigga
If you ain't FFA, the gang, then you can't hang nigga
You cuffed that bitch, you knew she was a hoe, that's a shame nigga
And I'm countin' these racks so this bitch know she ain't f*ckin' with no lame nigga
I've never been a lame nigga, always been a lane switcher
Pockets got big, now my pockets got figures
I put suicide doors on a V-12 Vantage
She a freaky lil hoe but I want her sister
I'm doing 285 on 285, cuttin' up with my niggas
Yeah, I'm in traffic
If pussy nigga want static, tell 'em "pull up", he can have it
We better not see him in Magic
Or I'ma shoot right where his hat at
I'ma pop right where his camp at
I'ma shoot right where his cap at
I'ma shoot right where his camp at
This ain't a regula-, this ain't a regular vroom, this ain't no Scatpack
Boy, this a Hellcat, better watch where your head at, Yeah
Like, what is we doing?
Constantly, constantly blowing your phone up like, who is you screwing?
And you keep on crying and telling me lies like, baby girl, who you fooling?
Bitch, I'm geeked up in that Trackhawk, on the highway, baby, I'm zooming
And the GT3 came with twin turbos, it don't need no tuning
FFA, yeah, I'm with my family, lil shawty, we just boolin
Everywhere I go, I keep my ratchet, yeah, I keep my tooly
Baby, I'm a Rich Kid, I see you but, baby, I'm not Skooly
Why the hell you keep playing with my mind, yeah, like what is we doing?
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Like, what is we doing?
Constantly, constantly blowing your phone up like, who is you screwing?
And you keep on crying and telling me lies like, baby girl, who you fooling?
Bitch, I'm geeked up in that Trackhawk, on the highway, baby, I'm zooming
And the GT3 came with twin turbos, it don't need no tuning
FFA, yeah, I'm with my family, lil shawty, we just boolin
Everywhere I go, I keep my ratchet, yeah, I keep my tooly
Baby, I'm a Rich Kid, I see you but, baby, I'm not Skooly
Why the hell you keep playing with my mind, yeah, like what is we doing?
Bitch, what the f*ck is we doing? Hoe, who the f*ck is you screwing?
You told me you loved a nigga then you dubbed a nigga, left a nigga clueless
If I catch yo' nigga out in public, you better hope I don't lose it
And he bet' not get close to me, Gen 5, hell yeah, I'ma use it
She giving good brain, hell yeah, she go stupid, you cuffing that nat, hell yeah, she a groupie
She a innocent bitch but lil shawty a newbie
In the room with yo' bitch, finna make a lil movie
Make a lil movie, lil shawty, she tryna do me
Yeah, that's yo hoe, I'll take her down, hit her with a two-piece
MOA, we the gang nigga
If you ain't FFA, the gang, then you can't hang nigga
You cuffed that bitch, you knew she was a hoe, that's a shame nigga
And I'm countin' these racks so this bitch know she ain't f*ckin' with no lame nigga
I've never been a lame nigga, always been a lane switcher
Pockets got big, now my pockets got figures
I put suicide doors on a V-12 Vantage
She a freaky lil hoe but I want her sister
I'm doing 285 on 285, cuttin' up with my niggas
Yeah, I'm in traffic
If pussy nigga want static, tell 'em "pull up", he can have it
We better not see him in Magic
Or I'ma shoot right where his hat at
I'ma pop right where his camp at
I'ma shoot right where his cap at
I'ma shoot right where his camp at
This ain't a regula-, this ain't a regular vroom, this ain't no Scatpack
Boy, this a Hellcat, better watch where your head at, Yeah
Like, what is we doing?
Constantly, constantly blowing your phone up like, who is you screwing?
And you keep on crying and telling me lies like, baby girl, who you fooling?
Bitch, I'm geeked up in that Trackhawk, on the highway, baby, I'm zooming
And the GT3 came with twin turbos, it don't need no tuning
FFA, yeah, I'm with my family, lil shawty, we just boolin
Everywhere I go, I keep my ratchet, yeah, I keep my tooly
Baby, I'm a Rich Kid, I see you but, baby, I'm not Skooly
Why the hell you keep playing with my mind, yeah, like what is we doing?
Constantly, constantly blowing your phone up like, who is you screwing?
And you keep on crying and telling me lies like, baby girl, who you fooling?
Bitch, I'm geeked up in that Trackhawk, on the highway, baby, I'm zooming
And the GT3 came with twin turbos, it don't need no tuning
FFA, yeah, I'm with my family, lil shawty, we just boolin
Everywhere I go, I keep my ratchet, yeah, I keep my tooly
Baby, I'm a Rich Kid, I see you but, baby, I'm not Skooly
Why the hell you keep playing with my mind, yeah, like what is we doing?
Bitch, what the f*ck is we doing? Hoe, who the f*ck is you screwing?
You told me you loved a nigga then you dubbed a nigga, left a nigga clueless
If I catch yo' nigga out in public, you better hope I don't lose it
And he bet' not get close to me, Gen 5, hell yeah, I'ma use it
She giving good brain, hell yeah, she go stupid, you cuffing that nat, hell yeah, she a groupie
She a innocent bitch but lil shawty a newbie
In the room with yo' bitch, finna make a lil movie
Make a lil movie, lil shawty, she tryna do me
Yeah, that's yo hoe, I'll take her down, hit her with a two-piece
MOA, we the gang nigga
If you ain't FFA, the gang, then you can't hang nigga
You cuffed that bitch, you knew she was a hoe, that's a shame nigga
And I'm countin' these racks so this bitch know she ain't f*ckin' with no lame nigga
I've never been a lame nigga, always been a lane switcher
Pockets got big, now my pockets got figures
I put suicide doors on a V-12 Vantage
She a freaky lil hoe but I want her sister
I'm doing 285 on 285, cuttin' up with my niggas
Yeah, I'm in traffic
If pussy nigga want static, tell 'em "pull up", he can have it
We better not see him in Magic
Or I'ma shoot right where his hat at
I'ma pop right where his camp at
I'ma shoot right where his cap at
I'ma shoot right where his camp at
This ain't a regula-, this ain't a regular vroom, this ain't no Scatpack
Boy, this a Hellcat, better watch where your head at, Yeah
Like, what is we doing?
Constantly, constantly blowing your phone up like, who is you screwing?
And you keep on crying and telling me lies like, baby girl, who you fooling?
Bitch, I'm geeked up in that Trackhawk, on the highway, baby, I'm zooming
And the GT3 came with twin turbos, it don't need no tuning
FFA, yeah, I'm with my family, lil shawty, we just boolin
Everywhere I go, I keep my ratchet, yeah, I keep my tooly
Baby, I'm a Rich Kid, I see you but, baby, I'm not Skooly
Why the hell you keep playing with my mind, yeah, like what is we doing?
Writer: devante nixon
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