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(Gwappa, baby) Porshe green, but the Lambo orange RS3 over M140s, goes 'round, 'round town like the hood's most wanted Need to calm down this week, spent 20 22 plate, S3 tiptronic Filled up the petty, my tank lookin' empty She gave bad head, but she gives good knowledge Free my bros inside doin' porridge (porridge) S550, I drive no worries (worries) Said that I drive too fast, be honest (honest) Maybe the cars too fast when I'm on it (on it) I'm with my dargies like Wallace and Gromit (Gromit) My niggas are sheisty, these hoes make me vomit (vomit) I'm gettin' to it, they try take me from it, I know what I'm doin' I'm too much a influence Runnin' through influencers and dividends That's a .40 on bro and he militant With this money, you better be diligent Had the strip like it's high and we're sellin' stones Now I'm cookin' the crack, it's already sold Had a zip in the pack it's already smoked He don't aim with the wap, he just let it go (hm) What's the price on it? VVS' they dance with the lights on to I go sick on this shit sellin' my vomit When I pull out this-, she dive on it (hm) I got killers and hoes in the cut It's the label, it's bro and it's cursed International, they showin' me love Got me cummin' whenever she moans Interstellar, I'm never at home On my own, but I'm never alone Them spirits are with me, they set it in stone One stack on me, two stack Try stunt on me, too bad Told bro, "No biggie, I got it" I'll revive this shit, Tupac Porshe green, but the Lambo orange RS3 over the M140s, goes 'round, 'round town like the hood's most wanted Need to calm down this week, spent 20 22 plate, S3 tiptronic Filled up the petty, my tank lookin' empty She gave bad head, but she gives good knowledge These bitches all nasty Can't let them have me, I'm too much an influence Try Instagram me, don't come with no stupid shit Ain't the type you can go and be stupid with Only thing that is dumb is this supercar And the fact that I'm gonna be stupid rich Must've thought that I'm one of them stupid niggas Well, you must've thought wrong, you lil' stupid bitch (well you must've thought-) Put a stack on a stack, get paper I'm a business man, tax payer I can draw your bitch, no crayon I'ma put this drip in layers Auto park it, I'm a lazy driver I'm a stupid shopper, all this drip retarded When I feel dyslexic, I go Nichols Harvey We want shootin' stars on our ceilin' (yeah) White diamonds, white gold Power the wrist, this shit a light bulb She talkin' dirty on the iPhone She was so savage like a typo RS a 6 this a hypo, RS11, I got hydro Gave her the raw like it's a line phone She sucked the tip like it was lipo (gone) Time (time, time) slowin' down (slowin' down) Mind (mind) on the clouds Vibe comin' 'round, got a tide comin' down In the T, you won't find me on the couch Livin' life like my time runnin' out, runnin' out Porshe green (Rolex gold), but the Lambo orange RS3 over M140s, goes 'round, 'round town like the hood's most wanted Need to calm down this week, spent 20 22 plate, S3 tiptronic Filled up the petty, my tank lookin' empty She gave bad head, but she gives good knowledge Free my bros inside doin' porridge (porridge) S550, I drive no worries (worries) Said that I drive too fast, be honest (honest) Maybe the cars too fast when I'm on it (on it) I'm with my dargies like Wallace and Gromit (Gromit) My niggas are sheisty, these hoes make me vomit (vomit) I'm gettin' to it, they try take me from it, I know what I'm doin' (Gwappa, baby)
Writer(s): Sean Aubrey Silvester Gardner, Nathan Isaac Adams, Kobalt Music Publishing, Mohammed Hassan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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