A/A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie/Anti-Social Gangsta (Numbers) ft.London on da Track, Gunna & Roddy Ricch
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can't take me away
[Post-Chorus: Roddy Rich] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer, walk in my side Now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hunnid summers All my niggas know, run up the numbers Fuck it, run up the numbers, yeah
[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch] Run up the numbers Okay see you don't want no thunder The old Tracy McGrady the one OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah Christian the sweater Okay, Christian Dior the sweater The double R came with the umbrella When I put the hoodie on it get realer, yeah Done put a hunnid thousand in my Prada jean Got some lil' homies, got some Prodigy And I spend 500 hunnid on Prada tee Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the sea I made some cards play and cop the fleet Gotta be a antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can't take me away
[Post-Chorus: Roddy Rich] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer, walk in my side Now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hunnid summers All my niggas know, run up the numbers Fuck it, run up the numbers, yeah
[Verse 2: Gunna ] Fuck it I run up the numbers Piped her like a plumber It's all out of [?]
[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie] You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can't take me away
[Post-Chorus: Roddy Rich] I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up And my lil' brother turned to a drummer, walk in my side Now he got the llama I took the Maybach where the J's at Tell my brothers ball a hunnid summers All my niggas know, run up the numbers Fuck it, run up the numbers, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
