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Ooh, yeah, and she ride in that coupe, ah Ooh, yeah, I'ma pull up with my crew, yeah Ooh, yeah, me and Wxlf, me and Wxlf, yeah-yeah Ooh-ooh, yeah, me and 'Kless we gon' shoot, yeah (Uh) Yeah, gotta get it, uh Yeah, you know I'm with it, uh And she see I'm blessed She checked the tag, she feel the Spirit, huh, yeah, hm Never seen a like that, huh She wanna lil' rugrat, huh I gotta run that check These cops won't get off up my back (Woo, woo) Just slide with your boo, just stay with yo' man Play wit' 'em, play wit' 'em, play wit' 'em, yeah (Haha) Yeah, yeah Yellow Pikachu Matching with the shoes, yeah I'ma pull up "skrt" Catch me wildin' with the troops I got the bag on me You ain't gotta lie to me (Naw) I'm balling like twenty-three (Swish) These folks tryna come for me, ooh, yeah, yeah It wasn't in the plan, but it's heaven-sent, yeah (Brrt, brrt) Just talked to God, time to levitate (Haha) Woah, hold up, tell the devil to pull up and shut up And I still gotta fix the propellers, yeah I'ma go talk to the fellas, yeah 'Cause shawty was hitting my phone But I was like, "Nah, for real, for real", yeah I'ma go rock with God you stay over there, yeah I'm here to chill, yeah, I'm not the same (No sir, I'm not the same, I took the) Yeah, I'm whipping the clutch, huh I feel like Brady, no bunch, huh If she too young, I no touch, huh Catching me slip, ain't no such, huh Yeah, yeah, huh, I took my girl out to lunch, huh Yeah, yeah, huh, chicken fillet wit' da punch, huh Yeah, yeah, Big Ben in the pocket, huh GLEECE, man, he a prophet, huh Jwet life, I'm boppin', huh, huh Yeah, yeah, ride around like I'm Max, yeah Yeah, the army in the back, yeah Chasing God, not racks, yeah Ooh, yeah, and she ride in that coupe, ah Ooh, yeah, I'ma pull up with my crew, yeah Ooh, yeah, me and Wxlf, me and Wxlf, yeah-yeah Ooh-ooh, yeah, me and 'Kless, we gon' shoot, yeah (Uh) Woah, mmm-mmm That's what friends do (Yeah) La-di-da-da, watch my bands move, mm, mm (Ah) Me and Wxlf shoot, hm Steady on demand 'cause we bear fruit I gotta chit chat, yah (Yah) Some of y'all got that wrong (Wrong) I been da goat too long (Long) I just started young Huh, huh, all of us eating Woah, woah, they callin' me heathen, huh (Woo) Straight up out that Scooby-Doo, call my dawgs out, uh Levitate these scary dreams, Shaggy Rogers (Ah) Just check out all my flow, yeah, you ain't riders I been on da go, oh, I'm on fire No time to sleep, I'ma beast, I ain't tired Call me MJ, last dance, it's how I'm wired, ah, ah-ah-ah Ooh, yeah, and she ride in that coupe, ah Ooh, yeah, I'ma pull up with my crew, yeah Ooh, yeah, me and Wxlf, me and Wxlf, yeah-yeah Ooh-ooh, yeah, me and 'Kless, we gon' shoot
Writer(s): Wilfred Collado, Jonathan Saintil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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