[Intro]
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Chorus: Gunna & Lil Keed]
They say they gon' stop us gettin’ rich, that's like sayin' you gon’ drown a fish
Wockhardt, i'm not sippin' on Tris
No ball hog, i'm good with assist
I pull up in Rolls on a bitch
I make sure these bands comin' in
That drip you wear ain't nothin'
Meanwhile i'm in a Chrome Heart fit
[Verse: Gunna & Lil Keed]
The crease in the jeans got ’em tailored
Leather collard shirt came from Bottega
Left Rodeo and hit the Bodega
She from Florida, her Birkin got gator
Told Lil Keed "Keep the count on the paper"
Play wit’ me and you gon' meet yo’ maker
Pull up black, all black dark is vader
Couple coupes, hit ya' cat, I can't save ya'
I fold her right on like a table
Shе don’t wanna fuck, I pay her
Just tryna get over, I'ma pay hеr
I'on't play wit' these hoes, I don't spam
He ride around on a budget, and I ride around in a Lamb'
This shit can fill up a bucket, and don't mess wit' hunnits ma'am
Switch out the subject, Cullinan not the cutlass, Rolls Royce truck sit up like a ram
Far from green, I can't go for the scam
My bitch Gina and we havin' threesomes with Pam
Ain't talkin' 'bout no jelly, my dawg in the jam
You gon' have to pay me, I'm young uncle Sam
That bitch is a flam, you ate her like spam
That bitch is a thot and want clout on the gram
[Chorus: Gunna & Lil Keed]
They say they gon' stop us gettin' rich, that's like sayin' you gon' drown a fish
Wockhardt, i'm not sippin' on Tris
No ball hog, i'm good with assist
I pull up in Rolls on a bitch
I make sure these bands comin' in
That drippin', when it ain't nothin'
Meanwhile i'm in a Chrome Heart fit
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