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Ayy, come on Brr, brr, brr, brr Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy Go Cmon I'm on the road doin' shows fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter 40 pointers in the VVS might eat carats for dinner I just put up 200K and got three months till December I'm on the road doin' shows Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter 40 pointers in the VVS might eat carats for dinner I just put up 200K and got three months till December Goin' broke is not a joke want me to fall off, I think they hope Put them bags up in the truck strap on your nuts, let's hit the road I remember bein' poor Now I get like ten a show If you love me, baby can you stuff this shit and hit the road In the rain or in the cold we gon' pull up with that load And my Mexicano niggas get that thing across the bo' Do she scam or do she hoe? it's gettin' hard to really know Might buy my bitch a AP and get it rose gold Pull up on some stupid shit trippin', we gon' send you home Tonight I might knock some shit down just like the kingdome Ayy nigga we getting to it and running through it Ya dig I'm on the road doin' shows fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter 40 pointers in the VVS might eat carats for dinner I just put up 200K And got three months till December I'm on the road doin' shows Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter 40 pointers in the VVS Might eat carats for dinner I just put up 200K And got three months till December You be hangin' with the rats I be hangin' with the wolves You don't got motion in your city You don't even got no pull Get the cash and do the dash Another hundred in the stash Getting head up in the Hellcat With 200 on the dash I just hope that I don't crash Every bitch I gotta mash Told her just sit back and listen baby girl cause this my class I'm the teacher, this ain't math Listen close, or it's your ass My nigga so fuckin' grimy Before Corona, he had a mask Clearing house, take out the trash All my bitches call me dad Fuck my old bitch, she a hater and I know that she is mad Put some forgis on my Benz And then I curbed 'em doin the dash Drag racin' on the freeway With the Johnnys on my ass I'm on the road doin' shows Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter 40 pointers in the VVS Might eat carats for dinner I just put up 200K And got three months till December I'm on the road doin' shows Fucked like 20 bitches in the Sprinter Yo trap movin' slow like a turtle think you master splinter 40 pointers in the VVS Might eat carats for dinner I just put up 200K And got three months till December
Writer(s): Malik Motley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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