[Chorus]
Eh ou
You driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na

[Verse 1]
Eh ou
Feel Like the man in the suit
Off white that’s right on my shoes
Or I might switch to the loubs
Eh Ou
I might just fuck on your boo
Gorillas with me like the zoo
She wanna see me come through

I drive in foreign
I caught a case
Matter fact I caught two
I called my lawyer
I payed him triple
You know he came through
I cannot show ya
Look at this cash
And you know what it do
I’ll never love ya
But if she Bad
Imma do what I do

You selling shit by the pack
I’m selling shit by the pod
I made a stack
I’mma put all that on god
And I cannot love no thot
And I cannot love no bitch
Told them get off of my dick
I make the money do flips
Hit then I dip
Vuitton on me make it drip
Got a jet ski on my wrist

Ain’t surprised if they want me
I ain’t ever have to catch a body
But if I did it would get ugly
Thats why these shooters all around me
I got a whole lotta shit
And I blame it on the money
Cuban on me keep it lit
Knew I made it when they saw me

[Chorus]
Eh ou
You driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na
Eh ou
You driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na

[Verse 2]
I ain’t love her from the start shit is just a game
And They hate how I play it
I was there when it was dark but now I’m moving up
And ain’t nobody say shit
How’d She know I’d break her heart she ran out of luck
I dipped her she basic
Rap on it make it art if she ain’t wanna fuck
Then Don’t act like u take it

Sean call the plug he gon put me on now I’m getting payed for the shows
She gon eat it up but I can’t wife her up
I’m never loving no basic hoe
Now I’m coming up if you ain’t fuck with us
You mad this ain’t done before
See me fashioned up gucci Louis stuff
Kenzo on me got the tiger top

Dip off the scene in givenchy
U see the dogs I got plenty
Foreign car not for renting
Boujie bitch and she tempting
She want the follow accepting
I ain’t gon follow she venting
She tryna follow my songs
She want the lyrics I sent them

[Chorus]
Eh ou
U driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na
Eh ou
U driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na