Letra

(ZaySkillz) whoa (Filip) whoa, whoa (One and) Whoa (huh, bleh) How many bitches could fit in a whip? Probably six, it's a Bentley Bentayga (bleh) Every Sunday I go missin' They probably be thinkin' I'm prayin' to Satan (yeah) All of my niggas came straight from the bottom They came so far out of the basement (whoa) Wick growin' wicks, keep a Glock in his grip I be walkin' around lookin' Haitian (whoa, whoa) They wanna see me go down in the dirt But I can't, and I know that they hate it (whoa, whoa) I keep a Drac' with me, I been a soldier Boy, look at me, nigga, I made it (bleh, bleh, bleh) I'm 20 somethin' with all of this money That's why the eyebrows keep on raisin' (bleh, bleh, bleh) I'm 20 somethin' livin' life like I'm 30 They keep callin' me different ages (yeah) Internet keep tryna tell me who better Ain't none but some trolls on them pages (yeah) I done went viral on TikTok a couple times Streaming check lookin' amazing (ha) I put a bell in a couple songs Just 'cause I know it's some niggas that hate it (yeah) Niggas been blowin' off my sound for years And somehow my spot never been taken (yeah) I heard he said it was over so GG I just went and got me some GG (ha, bleh) Balenciaga, but I call it BB I'm finna mix that with the CC (bleh) CC on me and it stand for Chanelly I'm finna mix that with the FeFe (yeah) Double F, buddy, that's Fendi on Fendi Got fetti on fetti like PC (ha, whoa) The Bentley a GT, the Porsche is a GT Shit, even the Nissan a GT (whoa, ha, whoa) Who the fuck he think he is? Take a Rollie and go buss it down with some VVs (whoa, whoa) Try me, leave blood on that money That red and green mix like it's strawberry kiwi (yeah, ha) Remind her of Weezy when he made 500 Degreez Now she out her bikini (yeah, ha) Been told you I seen this shit in my future Like Gunna, this shit was too easy (yeah, whoa) Been told you I seen this shit in my future Like Gunna, this shit was too easy (haha, whoa) How many bitches could fit in a whip? Probably six, it's a Bentley Bentayga (bleh) Every Sunday I go missin' They probably be thinkin' I'm prayin' to Satan (yeah) All of my niggas came straight from the bottom They came so far out of the basement (bleh) Wick growin' wicks, keep a Glock in his grip I be walkin' around lookin' Haitian (yeah) They wanna see me go down in the dirt But I can't, and I know that they hate it (whoa) (ZaySkillz) (Filip)
Writer(s): Isaiah Mendez, Filip Andersson, Benjamin Phillips Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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