[Chorus: Yung Fazo] Running that bitch like a track meet I'm gon' fuck her right up in the backseat Y'all in last, you cannot pass me Once I win, I ain't coming last place Lavish bad bitch, she be doing the most Fuck her real good, I be grabbing her throat Now I got Balenci' right on the coat It's been a lil' minute but I'm in my zone I be right up, I'm the goat Stacking these bands, I get it on the low We finna pull up aiming out a scope She wanna talk but I told that bitch hold up Give me a minute, I'm getting my dough up Sip too much lean, man, I think I might throw up I was down bad but I had to just glow up
[Verse 1: Yung Fazo] Yeah, yeah Watch with thе diamonds, it's right on the wrist I'm moving slow, bitch, I'm sipping on Triss You talk down then you getting hit Shе wanna fuck, I give her dick With the Angels and you know we lit On my boots, man, I'm rocking the Ricks
[Verse 2: BabySantana] We make him run like a track meet, uh She give me brain in the backseat, huh If you want the smoke, you can @ me, uh Red Converse with the khaki's, huh That little boy broke and he not getting cash, that little boy not getting rackies, huh I keep a stick in my pocket at all times, so you know I'm not lacking, huh I feel like Tec 'cause I need me a grammy She come to the crib and she took off her panties Can't watch all this money, I need me a nanny Got a white shooter, I think his name was Stanley On my demon time, man, I might come for your family Got a white girl, I think she off a Xanny Tec sent the beat, me and Fazo, we ran it And I know he mad 'cause his girlfriend be fanning Ah, woah (We finna-)
[Chorus: Yung Fazo & BabySantana] We finna run that bitch like a track meet, uh I'm gon' fuck her right up in the backseat Y'all in last, you cannot pass me Once I win, I ain't coming last place Lavish bad bitch, she be doing the most Fuck her real good, I be grabbing her throat Now I got Balenci' right on the coat It's been a lil' minute but I'm in my zone I be right up, I'm the GOAT Stacking these bands, I get it on the low We finna pull up aiming out a scope She wanna talk but I told that bitch hold up Give me a minute, I'm getting my dough up Sip too much lean, man, I think I might throw up I was down bad but I had to just glow upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
