I'm in the Trackhawk he in that lil' ass lamb I told that n**** let's race

He get to talking real crazy I get to bustin' yea I get to shooting his face

And I can't get these hoes up off my line im feeling like Andrew Tate

(Rubin stop going crazy)

Bitch I can't even feel my face I'm doin' that dash I ain't catching no case

I'm in the Trackhawk he in that lil' ass lamb I told that n**** let's race

He get to talking real crazy I get to bustin' yea I get to shooting his face

And I can't get these hoes up off my line im feeling like Andrew Tate

All this monеy gon' need a rake

We don't ask we confiscatе

Wrist look like a damn lake

Put your ass up bitch that's fake

SRT we make the ground shake
Let that bitch whine we don't hit the brakes

Got your bitch here wanna fornicate

And I don't really care what you say

Long as I

Long as I stay gettin' paid

I pop a blue and I just go beserk

And the whole damn gang yea they stay on alert

Just like Uzi(Lil Uzi Vert) I just copped a vert

Sipping D"usse like what is the word

Yea this lil' K make you fly like a bird

Get hit in the head just like Kurt (Kurt Cobaine)

Sippin' too much I'm slurrin'