Ferrari Music

[Intro]

Damn, damn

Y’all see what I’m sayin like, crazy man

Damn my mufuckin’ phone (Argh), what the fuck?

Okay, okay, okay

(30 you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)

[Verse 1]

Unh, I got a bad bitch with a fat wrist and a love for Sacs-Fifth (Okay)

I do the drift, on some new tires, turn them bitches to past tense (Bee)

I got a crib, with other’ crib, so then acres are gated fence (Yeah)

Yes, I know I’m beautiful (Bee)

Too fly to work in a cubical (Bee)

I turn my choppas to birds and bees, that shit used to fuck up on anyone (Yeah)

I’m with the starters, and got a few rounds, that’s cool, coulda load up the mini-gun

Quay’ got a Lamb, an Set’ got a Lamb, so fuck it man I’m bout to get me one (Man)

Used to be brought up as Shannon’s son

Now he brought up as Boats his dad

Run up a check, I keep it correct, you might see Lil Boat in the lady’s ad (Yeah)

I bought a chain, it cost me a hunnit, I stunted an already made it back (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

Nope, I didn’t have to take it back (Nope)

Nope, I didn’t have to trade it in (Nope)

I move around with my old bitch (Yeah)

She reminisce about her Sega Gen’ (Facts)

I cannot stay at the Renaissance (No)

That shit got terrible ambiance (Skeet)

She like to fuck on the camera (Skeet)

Actin’ like we got an audience

I let her sip a lil bit of this, she get to tweakin’ like Abigail (Bee)

Geekin’ up off of Adderall, she wanna go out to Panama (Bee)

[Chorus]

I don’t like all y’all nigga, y’all can suck my dick (Yeah)

Six, seven, hundred eight thousand, just to flood my wrist  (Ice)

I don’t rent non of my whips, nigga, I own my shit

Gotta be at least ten M’s up, you wanna bone my bitch

All that pillow talkin’, gossipin’, that’s fuck shit (Hoe)

All that dick, wanna be boss talk, you don’t run shit (Bitch)

Suck my dick nigga, yeah, and ya moms, nigga

Oh you want a lil smoke? Don’t got time, nigga

[Verse 2]

Unh, got a boss bitch, who talk shit and she don’t cost shit (Aye)

I got diamonds worth six figures and I don’t floss them (Ice)

I read comments in my Maybach, they said I lost it (What?)

I can’t tell by the way these white kids still mosh pit (Yeah, okay)

I’m ashamed, that lil chain you rock ain’t a thang (Facts, oh)

I got crip niggas, blood niggas, I don’t bang (Slatt, oh)

Ask a stripper bitch her favorite weather, she said rain (Okay)

Made her kiss my rang (Kiss it), that’s an easy stain (Mwah, aye)

[Chorus]

I don’t like all y’all nigga, y’all can suck my dick (Yeah)

Six, seven, hundred eight thousand, just to flood my wrist  (Ice)

I don’t rent non of my whips, nigga, I own my shit

Gotta be at least ten M’s up, you wanna bone my bitch

All that pillow talkin’, gossipin’, that’s fuck shit (Hoe)

All that dick, wanna be boss talk, you don’t run shit (Bitch)

Suck my dick nigga, yeah, and ya moms, nigga

Oh you want a lil smoke? Don’t got time, nigga

[Outro]

Nigga

(30 you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)