[Intro]
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus]
Made it perfect timing and I'm styling while i'm rhyming, got me poppin'
Pink slip no mileage, I ain't flodgin' know I got it
Turks on the island, feelin' toxic on narcotics
Bought a Maybach Benz, but i'm lookin' for that spider
Pick up me a backend, I got shows in [?]
A whole 30 percent of my songs, ain't no writer
You niggas ain't cut like this from a cloth, they ain't like us
If it ain't Slatt business, then you all gon' get fired
[Verse 1]
Tell 'em that
Tell 'em again
Get rich and stay out the pen
I copped me a foreign McLaren, cost 400 bands
Can't stop 'em from starin' and carryin' my money all in
Pocket full of big bens
My diamonds look rinsed
Keepin' it on ya, on ya
Can't give 'em the formula
These bitches adore ya
I spoil her, put her in Dior yeah
You couldn't afford her, with a quarter
I keep on ten
Savin' it up till the end
A hundred fifty thousand book Young Gunna for a gig
Young millionaire in his prime, I came from on a ridge
Mama keep on cryin', tears of joy for kids
They play with you i'm down, buyin' yo shots at the place
[Chorus]
Made it perfect timing and I'm styling while i'm rhyming, got me poppin'
Pink slip no mileage, I ain't flodgin' know I got it
Turks on the island, feelin' toxic on narcotics
Bought a Maybach Benz, but i'm lookin' for that spider
Pick up me a backend, I got shows in [?]
A whole 30 percent of my songs, ain't no writer
You niggas ain't cut like this from a cloth, they ain't like us
If it ain't Slatt business, then you all gon' get fired
[Verse 2]
How 'bout that
Shoot and speed off in the cat
Play with the boss and get whacked
I feel like a bomb, i'm covered in a bulletproof [?]
My teeth is a hall I got pointers all the way in the back
Peepin' these hoes like a mat
The snake eatin' all of the rats
I put the whole hood on my back
There's really no time to relax
I'm fuckin' yo daughter, a martyr, I call her a snack
Stick it in like a charger, and borrow ya', and don't give you back
My car came with mink on the mat
That's a double R Phantom, ain't no scammer I got racks
I'm hittin' her from the back and I got stamina to the max
I keep them M's in my brain, like a train i'm on track
They say my drippin' insane, to my fans it's like crack
[Chorus]
Made it perfect timing and I'm styling while i'm rhyming, got me poppin'
Pink slip no mileage, I ain't flodgin' know I got it
Turks on the island, feelin' toxic on narcotics
Bought a Maybach Benz, but i'm lookin' for that spider
Pick up me a backend, I got shows in [?]
A whole 30 percent of my songs, ain't no writer
You niggas ain't cut like this from a cloth, they ain't like us
If it ain't Slatt business, then you all gon' get fired
