On Tour

[Intro: Smooky MarGielaa] Skrrt, yeah Daytrip took it to 10 [Chorus: Smooky MarGielaa] Yeah, lately I ain't been responding to your calls Lately I been grinding tryna ball ‘Member days I had none, doin' chores Uh, now I got like fifty up or more It ain't bus rides no more It ain't hot because I'm [?] I was tryna do no more Uh, now I'm on tour [Verse 1: Smooky MarGielaa] I remember nights countin' [?] on them bands [?] empty your pockets, nigga, put it in my hand Uh, late night I had [?] I get it how I can Woah, woah, that's the cop, split up, hide out in your pants Now I got a take off garage, yeah, none of them cost a rent Huh, go against the charge, yeah, look what I invent Bugatti, ridin' through the city, lift them 'rarri's, I got plenty We in the spoty gettin' litty, I got all my niggas wit' me Huh, swear my niggas hard, you don't want parts Boy, we do shit face to face, you don't want parts Skrrt up fast up on this Wraith like a Nascar I got way too much cake, uh Now get out my way, uh In this jet to the Bay Smoke electro large Got too much on my plate, uh I know you can't hate us No you ain't gang You can't hang wit' us [Chorus: Smooky MarGielaa] Yeah, lately I ain't been responding to your calls Lately I been grinding tryna ball ‘Member days I had none, doin' chores Uh, now I got like fifty up or more It ain't bus rides no more It ain't hot because I'm [?] I was tryna do no more Uh, now I'm on tour [Verse 2: Gunna] Uh, Gunna Gunna pop it when he want I'm a Don, I pop Don Pérignon (yeah) And I'm just smoking Biscotti and some Runtz (smoke) I'm gettin' head, stickin' my finger in her bun (Yeah) Fendi shopping it, upgrade stuff for fun (that's fun) Nigga keep copying, yo whole crew wanna be us (on god) They see me out and don't wan' show me love (Uh) I'm way in the sky by the clouds, no need to reach out Crosses everywhere, yeah, these chrome hearts (chrome hearts) Lucky sixty bands came from Goyard (goyard) Whippin' a new Lamb like a Nascar (Skrrt) Iced out Cartier, it's a Jaguar (Ice) Yeah, I'm laying low, I know how to play my cards (cards) Yeah, my Rolls Royce, bring your kid a CD toy (CD toy) Shh, shut the door, these millions got me paranoid You can't afford me, Smooky MarGielaa boys [Chorus: Smooky MarGielaa] Yeah, lately I ain't been responding to your calls Lately I been grinding tryna ball ‘Member days I had none, doin' chores Uh, now I got like fifty up or more It ain't bus rides no more It ain't hot because I'm [?] I was tryna do no more Uh, now I'm on tour [Outro: Smooky MarGielaa] I remember nights countin' [?] on them bands [?] empty your pockets, nigga, put it in my hand Uh, late night I had [?] I get it how I can Woah, woah, that's the cop, split up, hide out in your pants Daytrip took it to 10