Lyrics

Fresh off a plane back in these streets All quarters 4th quarter feel me Road to success is long as fuck What the fuck Is holding up Even the worst days end man How long till then damn Till I see the skies The madness is my demise Took them 4 letters super high You see that mask you better hide If I get my fries it's super size Look at my bitch she super fine Could supply Popeyes thru them thighs Every time I hit it wanna cry Looking for a lick I ain't ya guy Shrugged then I sighed Well I guess you niggas tried Everything's been a lie I can see it in they eyes You talking like you live Got ya wires crossed must be high Oh now you getting shy Who wanna fight I'm with the guys That ain't wise That ain't bright I'm inside You on the side I can't decide Should I drive Should I float Should I fly I'm a GOAT in disguise Ain't no cap ain't no lie I came home with a prize Now these hoes wanna ride Got the four then the five Look inside I just might take a life Say goodbye Know the price I am lit it ain't hype You don't know what it's like They don't understand What they seeing My per diem Worth a BM Bada boom Bada bam Want the spoon with the yams Every move worth a band Keep my toes in the sand Couple hoes in the van Hit the floor do my dance Then I'm ghost We outside We outside We outside We outside Know the vibes Know the vibes We outside We outside We outside We outside Know the vibes Know the vibes Watch me go in again Want my doe in advance She look so innocent Until you see her OnlyFans I hit something that he can't get Tell yo new bae that he ain't shit These them new Ye vibes bitches Who ain't side bitches Well you ain't my bitches Swish My brothers splashing Hit it like assassins I'm bout that action Niggas talking sassy Got her in the backseat Dig it deeper than a casket Watch my breathing I been slaying demons Did ya see him The way I do this shit I should be in museums Do it while I'm sleeping Kill these suckers while I'm dreaming Keep on scheming Turn to T-shirts They gone meme it R.I.P. it Then I'm ghost Phew That was close I do it fam man You do it for the hoes Oh Strike a pose I can feel it I'm so close You already know the price So till then I'm indisposed They don't understand What they seeing My per diem Worth a BM Bada boom Bada bam Want the spoon with the yams Every move worth a band Keep my toes in the sand Couple hoes in the van Hit the floor do my dance Then I'm ghost We outside We outside We outside We outside Know the vibes Know the vibes We outside We outside We outside We outside Know the vibes Know the vibes All summer, all winter All year, aww yeah Yeah
Writer(s): David Johnson, Brandon Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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