Lincoln

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy?) Trackhawk, that b- really speedin' (yeah) Abraham, me and her linkin' (yeah) I'm on the dr-, man, I'm geekin' (yeah) We finna leave that boy leakin' (yeah) Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (yeah) B-, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah) Bad h-, yeah, she Puerto Rican Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' I heard these n- been stealin' my sound I got M-, I'm knockin' 'em down She is a h-, man, that girl been around You got no money, don't like how that sound All of my brothers, they movin' a pound Your h-, she weighin' like five-hundred pounds 'K in my hand hold like five-hundred rounds Once you was lost and you've never been found Number nine jeans with the Ricky, yeah Bougie-ass ho, man, she picky, yeah P- a- boy, you a kitty, yeah W- finna f- up my kidney, yeah L- finna f- up my liver We c- that boy then leave him in a river, yeah You talkin' down, I'm f- on your sister I came up on my own, I ain't need no assistance N- said that he put me on, it don't make no sense What the h- is you talkin' 'bout, ya b-? She finna come to the crib and she eatin' me up, man I just got some top from ya b- I cannot beef with a n- that's not in my bracket I've been countin' money, ya dig? That h- told me that I'm toxic I don't like to talk, so lil' h-, it is what it is I'm in her shell like a taco Got paparazzi like wherever I go They like, "You been goin' up," n-, I know Black and white diamonds, they got vitiligo She told me that I should pay for her lashes We caught that boy, now we s- his ashes Been growin' up, I was never a bad kid Run up the racks, yeah, I run up the backends Shoutout Santana, this chop' finna blast him Came in a peak and I ain't even ask him My niggas come in that shit like Alaska Put him in the void, I'ma f- 'round and pack him F- with my sh-, might as well run it back then I'm pullin' up and I'm breakin' her back in Ask for my lo, man, I'm like, "Who is askin'?" In Hollywood and I ain't even actin', oh I'm in her ear like an AirPod Leave his top red like he put in some hair dye That n- hatin', he still finna hear 'bout Bring up a h- that I don't even care 'bout We put the hit on the screen like an AirDrop Y'all n- broke but my n-, yeah, they're not I shoot the fire, you touch it, you're damn hot I'm cookin' up and I'm not using a pot Trackhawk, that b- really speedin' (yeah) Abraham, me and her linkin' (yeah) I'm on the dr-, man, I'm geekin' (yeah) We finna leave that boy leakin' (yeah) Ca-came to the crib for the weekend (yeah) B-, shut it up, why you speakin'? (Yeah) Bad h-, yeah, she Puerto Rican Uppin' his bro then I tell him we leavin' (yeah)