Bitch, I'm geeked, I'm off that drink, I can't see
Too much money, only racks can't fit my jeans Told that ho, don't call my phone, let me
Be I just popped an ex, now I'm floating on my
Sea Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now
He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Brand new stick, it came with a beam Red dot on his face, now he look like Supreme
I been sipping muddy, this ain't no caffeine Told that ho, get out, she keep tryna make a scene
Hundred racks up in my jeans I might f*ck her, but she fatigued
I can't wife her, I can't do a ring Bitch, I'm married to the money, need a feast
What, yeah, uh, geeked up, I can't feel my face
Yeah, uh, too much drink, I'm out of space What, yeah, uh, they be talking, but they fake
Yeah, uh, chopper, put him in his place Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
We don't do talk and we slide Hop in the coupe and I glide
I don't do beef on the net, send that lil' boy to the sky
I get that fire like a torch Diamonds, they wet like a porch
Bitch, I get racks like a sport I count it up when I'm bored
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
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Bitch, I'm geeked, I'm off that drink, I can't see
Too much money, only racks can't fit my jeans Told that ho, don't call my phone, let me
Be I just popped an ex, now I'm floating on my
Sea Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now
He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Brand new stick, it came with a beam Red dot on his face, now he look like Supreme
I been sipping muddy, this ain't no caffeine Told that ho, get out, she keep tryna make a scene
Hundred racks up in my jeans I might f*ck her, but she fatigued
I can't wife her, I can't do a ring Bitch, I'm married to the money, need a feast
What, yeah, uh, geeked up, I can't feel my face
Yeah, uh, too much drink, I'm out of space What, yeah, uh, they be talking, but they fake
Yeah, uh, chopper, put him in his place Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
We don't do talk and we slide Hop in the coupe and I glide
I don't do beef on the net, send that lil' boy to the sky
I get that fire like a torch Diamonds, they wet like a porch
Bitch, I get racks like a sport I count it up when I'm bored
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Too much money, only racks can't fit my jeans Told that ho, don't call my phone, let me
Be I just popped an ex, now I'm floating on my
Sea Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now
He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Brand new stick, it came with a beam Red dot on his face, now he look like Supreme
I been sipping muddy, this ain't no caffeine Told that ho, get out, she keep tryna make a scene
Hundred racks up in my jeans I might f*ck her, but she fatigued
I can't wife her, I can't do a ring Bitch, I'm married to the money, need a feast
What, yeah, uh, geeked up, I can't feel my face
Yeah, uh, too much drink, I'm out of space What, yeah, uh, they be talking, but they fake
Yeah, uh, chopper, put him in his place Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out Bitch, I'm high as f*ck, I might crash out
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
We don't do talk and we slide Hop in the coupe and I glide
I don't do beef on the net, send that lil' boy to the sky
I get that fire like a torch Diamonds, they wet like a porch
Bitch, I get racks like a sport I count it up when I'm bored
Pulled up in that Hellcat, do the dash now He talk down, chop him, make his ass tap out
I got racks, f*ck your bitch, then I'll pass out
Writer: Felix graabek
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