Lyrics

What it do Ayyy I'm tryna be a little more... In the cut, you feel me? I been traveling round the globe that's my home these days Fresh up off the throne When I phone these plays Hard to feel opposed to my foes we winning I be ten toes peacoats go gettin Crypto dipped though stocks they finished Floss so sauced big boss I been it Ain't a mothafucka like me End sentence White collar boy gang gang in an instant Hop on hop off go Flash on flash off pose Off top I'm on low Turn up this Gon go It go like this Snap snap with that backpack Bag packed with dat vax vax Sick boy but no hasmat I'm past past all that cap cap Gas gas im not Elon Big facts I'll go eons Hunnid boy if I want it boy It's big stacks to you peons 'Cause I been running with no brakes on 'Cause I been running with no brakes on Bra-bra-brakes on 'Cause I been running with no brakes on Brakes on 'Cause I been running with no brakes on Game time Touch down Warsaw so raw sheesh Kuba hollered at me said it's game time Feast Jeez I be in some polos with a crease Two chains, three rangs, two bracelets On shine Versace Go and check that watch On that West Coast That jet holmes I just stepped off Catch me Smellin like some palm trees Armani waft You won't find me in them streets Les' it's Wall Street huh Hop on hop off go Flash on flash off pose Off top I'm on low Turn up this Gon go It go like this 'Cause I been running with no brakes on 'Cause I been running with no brakes on Bra-bra-brakes on 'Cause I been running with no brakes on Brakes on 'Cause I been running with no brakes on Game time
Writer(s): Capo Corleone, Kuba Więcek, Waylon Barnes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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