[Intro: Yeat]
Tried to tell you something
You don't even know what I feel like
They won’t understand if I talk to 'em right now, spilt my tongue They won't understand if I handed them a Perc’, then handed them a gun
But I'm going up regardless, I can't trust it
Yeah, only thing I get are these racks, yeah, they about to bust
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), I get all these cars like Toys R Us
Yeah, yeah, she was sucking that dick so good, she lust
I can't tell who's real, bitch, help me, yeah, yeah, who can I trust?
Yeah, I can't trust nobody, but I can't only rely on them drugs (I can't trust nobody, but I can’t only rely on them drugs)
It’s 5 AM in the studio, geeked up right now, yeah, just 'cause
Yeah, you get whacked for that shit, you get stepped on bitch, yeah, like UGG’s
Yeah, yeah, you wan' try for that? Bitch, you get stepped on, yeah, like rugs
Yeah, you can get played on, you can go play on them, that's juggs, hmm
[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on that road too long, can’t keep pushin' it
At all (At all)
Can't keep pushin' it, at all, can't keep pushin' it, at all (Can't keep pushing it, at all)
I can't keep pushin' it (Can't keep pushing it, at all)
How many times I'm on this road? I can't keep pushing it (Can't keep pushing it, at all, can't keep pushin' it)
So I bought myself this Vette, 'cause this shit got the horses pushin' it
One hunnid twenty thousand for this car, bitch, yeah, I'm pushin' it (One hunnid twenty thousand for this car, yeah)
[Verse: Argo]
I'm pushin' it, hold up, call them, I'm pushin' it
[?] the opps gonna pull up, I pull out a gun, then I'm bookin' it (Woah, woah)
You know this be lookin' shit, I just be countin' my racks, don't ever look back, I'm pushin' it
All of my hunnids, they stacked, make sure that my bitches, they fat, just bought this shit by the batch
I'm on my doja, we lightin' the gas (Aye, yeah, yeah)
Keep yo' bitch, yeah, make sure I smash (Smash)
I make a rack and I blow it at Saks, I blow a rack and I make it right back (Back, yeah)
I got the racks with the Chrome on my hat
You want some smoke, then it's rat-a-pat-pat (Phew, phew, phew)
She wanna pull up, like, "Where is you at?"
She sent me the addy and thought that I'm goin', goin' (I'm goin')
Piss me off if you ain't home, home (At home, yeah, yeah)
[?]
I'm finna push this shit, yeah
[Chorus: Yeat & Argo]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah), I get all these cars like Toys R Us
Yeah, yeah, she was sucking that dick so good, she lust
I can't tell who's real, bitch, help me, yeah, yeah, who can I trust? (I can't tell who's real, bitch, help me, yeah, yeah, who can I trust?)
Yeah, I can't trust nobody, but I can't only rely on them drugs (I can't trust nobody, but I can't only rely on them drugs)
It's 5 AM in the studio, geeked up right now, yeah, just 'cause (It's 5 AM in the studio, geeked up right now, yeah, just 'cause)
Yeah, you get whacked for that shit, you get stepped on bitch, yeah, like UGG's
Yeah, yeah, you wan' try for that? Bitch, you get stepped on, yeah like rugs
Yeah, you can get played on, you can go play on them, that's juggs, hmm
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