[Verse 1: Afourteen]
Lil bitch just sit down
We took off fast (uh)
Whatchu gone do about all that? (ay)
Lil bitch you ain't even in the trap
All my homies ticked up yeah, we bitch we got this strap (uh, yuh)
Car is fast
SRT I'm in that shit you know its gas (uh)
And the backseat look like I got bangalore (uh)
Bitches on me, bitches on my dick-galore (yuh)
Bitch I got my, money my bitch up two floors (yuh)
My bitch jump off roof, you cannot see that whore (yuh)
And my bitch so bad I'm rockin' double whores (huh, yuh)
In the coupe that bitch got double doors (yeah)
Bitch I'm high as fuck, I feel like Dumbledore (yuh, uh)
Take my time when I move state to state (yuh)
That bitch suck me up like she ain't got no plate (huh)
I'ma dick that bitch, that body got no rack (huh, huh, yuh, yuh)
You ain't got no cake
My bitch bad and she got a K (uh)
X and percy bitch call that a doublе date

[Verse 2: EDDISON]
(Eddison)
My n***a kick in the door, I told his ass don't get caught up
Thеm boys keep saying they got money but they know they not rich as us
Car keys? What's that?
My car got no keys, wait that's a truck
I got sick of eatin' all them Xans, I had to put some in my cup
I told that bitch after she done suckin' all on my dick have some good luck
Yeah she so up, bitch we play golf, I feel so up like Donald Trump (edd)
Said we gon' push up like so what, that's just a workout for us
In my SRT bumpin' DS2
Say she like Prada, I said me too
We flirt so much, can't even see you
Can't have one bitch, I need at least two
Droppin' this heat, I'm drivin' a Porche
She ridin' the dick like she ridin' a Coupe
I just count up 3 hunnids, I'm thumbin' em through
If that boy run up on me I know just what to do (shoot)
When I blow that Drac' make sure I hit his face
No face, ain't no case, they threw the Ks away
My n***a hit his thang out in broad day
Fuck her once then do that bitch away
I got n***as gettin' away too much money, I can't even say
I fuck this bitch on my IG, I see her liking my page
I make sure my bitch like bitches, I make sure my bitch is gay
I popped a Xan, I don't remember the stain I hit, I heard that shit insane
In the SRT, swerve lane on lane on lane on lane on lane on lane
Sippin' on wok, wok, wok, wok, wok, we don't sip green we sip purple rain
Jump in that bitch, Jump in that bitch, jumpin that bitch, bitch gimmie brain
I pop an X and then a perc
I'm on the verge of crashin' a plane
We get geeked too much
We is not the same
(I just mixed a Xan with percy drank I can't feel my face)
[Verse 3: Christ Dillinger]
[?]
My n***a got hit in the back
When I cop that S-Class, It's gon be all black
I'm a wavy n***a, I got it, I spend it
Bought that shit with cash, I do with no credit
With all this Rick, a n***a look silly
You postin' your Spotify wrapped, it's not even a milli
Run up on me and my n***as gon blow
Don't die for me n***a you know that's my choice
Got the double C case when I rock 'round the city
And I'm rockin' so much that I look like I'm Drizzy
You worried 'bout your [?], silly
Up for his life, I might run up a milli
Just got so much green, that shit makin' you dizzy
I can't buy a ring for my bitch, 'cause she picky
I'm high as fuck, I'm seeing stars
Double ice in my cup and I'm booted to Mars
A rich n***a I can't go in a bar
Your girl's on the whip look like a cigar
Got the double C case when I hop out the car
Got the new Yeezy, shit from the old
We be exposin' em
Look at my neck and wrists they frozen
I be so drippy It look like I'm posin'
I pull in the SRT
And told, now we rollin'
Pull up in a Benz
I can't ride in no Acura
Flippin' no work
I ain't flippin' no spatula
Step to us
And my n***as won't clap you
My n***as be shootin'
Like we out in Africa
[Verse 4: Bruhmanegod]
Liquid [?] I love my drug problem
I'm in a K-hole, is this sane to you?

Fuck that SRT
I'm in the 18-wheeler, man
I ain't even need no keys
Bitch I'm richer than Ceelo Green
Nah, you know I'm just lyin'
If any my friends ever said he don't kick it with broke boys
They was lyin'
Look at my check
And I'm countin' up
Look at my bags was 89
Money don't make you rich
I kick it with dope boys all the time
Saw I never even got no car
Barely 21, I still don't even know how to drive
Drop the seat to the SRT
We ain't come back alive (Yeah!)
Your bro went to [?] on me
If he don't, we almost died
Oh well, that's alright
Posted with a .5

[Outro: Bruhmanegod]
I count every second, and that's why I say count up
I count every second, and that's why I say count up
It don't matter how much I count up, it ain't enough
It ain't enough, it ain't enough, no