MAYBE I WILL
Let's Go, Let’s Go, Let's Go, (Yo)
Riding in the track I hit the gas (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm servin’ fast (Yea, Fast)
Never come in last (Yea)
Run off with the pack
Fucking up the track (Woa)
Fucking up the trap (Yea)
Countin' all these racks (Yea)
Countin' all these stacks
I can never lack (Bla)
Riding in a vet (Yea, Yea)
Leave that lil' bitch wet (Oh my god)
Bitch, I'm getting checks
It's a humble flex (Yea)
She said I'm the best (Uh)
Ballin' I feel like I’m rondo (Yea, Yea)
Run up to your condo (Huh)
Shawty wanna lick and I’m like quando (Woah)
Bitch I'm in Toronto (Woah, Woah)
Let me еnd this shit and talk some real shit ’bout my life
Sеconds 'fore it I pulled up on your bitch and fucked her twice (Haha)
I do not fuck with no (?) bitch I don't fuck with mice (Oh my god)
Shawty wanna pull up and she wanna spend the night (God damn)
Left a (?) hoe she wanna fuck and I just might (Oh my god)
Maybe I just will (Ouh)
She might shed a tear (Yea)
Swear this shit get real
Got banana clips lil' bitch I ain’t talkin' no peels (Yea)
Got yo shawty at my crib you know she got the chills (Huh)
Push up to your block you know we finna shoot to kill (Boo, Boo)
My glockie hittin' up lil' bitches like a fucking grill (Gla, Gla)
Pull up and shootin' shit like it's a fucking hot (?) (Bauh)
I'm in the coupe with shawty, know I love to grab the wheel (Yea, Yea)
Broke up with my old bitch I think that she be in her feels (No)
Feel like im (?) I'm playing in the field (Huh)
'Cause I'm a star player (Yea)
Bitch know I'm a slayer (Yea)
Shawty sending prayers (Woah)
She gon' eat me up but she know that I ain't gon' pay her (Gauh)
I'm like see you later alligator, I get paper (Oh my god)
Bitch I'm headed to the top feel like a escalator (Huh)
My money goin' up and that feel like an elevator (Yea, Yea, Yea)
I got chromes that's on my wrist, I got balenci on my bitch (Yea)
I swear that she too ratchet, She callin' my phone like hit a lick (Oh no)
Don't hit me 'bout your clothing line
That shit be wack I'm rocking rick (Woah)
I know he mad as fuck
He sad as fuck
Cause reggie took his bitch
Let's Go, Let's Go, Let's Go, (Yo)
Riding in the track I hit the gas (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm servin' fast (Yea, Fast)
Never come in last (Yea)
Run off with the pack
Fucking up the track (Woa)
Fucking up the trap (Yea)
Countin' all these racks (Yea)
Countin' all these stacks
I can never lack (Bla)
Riding in a vet (Yea, Yea)
Leave that lil' bitch wet (Oh my god)
Bitch, I'm getting checks
It's a humble flex (Yea)
She said I'm the best (Uh)
Ballin' I feel like I'm rondo (Yea, Yea)
Run up to your condo (Huh)
Shawty wanna lick and I'm like quando (Woah)
Bitch I'm in Toronto (Woah, Woah)
Let me end this shit and talk some real shit 'bout my life
Seconds 'fore it I pulled up on your bitch and fucked her twice (Haha)
I do not fuck with no (?) bitch I don't fuck with mice (Oh my god)
Shawty wanna pull up and she wanna spend the night (God damn)
Left a (?) hoe she wanna fuck and I just might (Oh my god)
Maybe I just will (Ouh)
She might shed a tear (Yea)
Swear this shit get real
Got banana clips lil' bitch I ain't talkin' no peels (Yea)
Got yo shawty at my crib you know she got the chills (Huh)
Push up to your block you know we finna shoot to kill (Boo, Boo)
My glockie hittin' up lil' bitches like a fucking grill (Gla, Gla)
Pull up and shootin' shit like it's a fucking hot (?) (Bauh)
I'm in the coupe with shawty, know I love to grab the wheel (Yea, Yea)
Broke up with my old bitch I think that she be in her feels (No)
Feel like im (?) I'm playing in the field (Huh)
'Cause I'm a star player (Yea)
Bitch know I'm a slayer (Yea)
Shawty sending prayers (Woah)
She gon' eat me up but she know that I ain't gon' pay her (Gauh)
I'm like see you later alligator, I get paper (Oh my god)
Bitch I'm headed to the top feel like a escalator (Huh)
My money goin' up and that feel like an elevator (Yea, Yea, Yea)
I got chromes that's on my wrist, I got balenci on my bitch (Yea)
I swear that she too ratchet, She callin' my phone like hit a lick (Oh no)
Don't hit me 'bout your clothing line
That shit be wack I'm rocking rick (Woah)
I know he mad as fuck
He sad as fuck
Cause reggie took his bitch
Riding in the track I hit the gas (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm servin’ fast (Yea, Fast)
Never come in last (Yea)
Run off with the pack
Fucking up the track (Woa)
Fucking up the trap (Yea)
Countin' all these racks (Yea)
Countin' all these stacks
I can never lack (Bla)
Riding in a vet (Yea, Yea)
Leave that lil' bitch wet (Oh my god)
Bitch, I'm getting checks
It's a humble flex (Yea)
She said I'm the best (Uh)
Ballin' I feel like I’m rondo (Yea, Yea)
Run up to your condo (Huh)
Shawty wanna lick and I’m like quando (Woah)
Bitch I'm in Toronto (Woah, Woah)
Let me еnd this shit and talk some real shit ’bout my life
Sеconds 'fore it I pulled up on your bitch and fucked her twice (Haha)
I do not fuck with no (?) bitch I don't fuck with mice (Oh my god)
Shawty wanna pull up and she wanna spend the night (God damn)
Left a (?) hoe she wanna fuck and I just might (Oh my god)
Maybe I just will (Ouh)
She might shed a tear (Yea)
Swear this shit get real
Got banana clips lil' bitch I ain’t talkin' no peels (Yea)
Got yo shawty at my crib you know she got the chills (Huh)
Push up to your block you know we finna shoot to kill (Boo, Boo)
My glockie hittin' up lil' bitches like a fucking grill (Gla, Gla)
Pull up and shootin' shit like it's a fucking hot (?) (Bauh)
I'm in the coupe with shawty, know I love to grab the wheel (Yea, Yea)
Broke up with my old bitch I think that she be in her feels (No)
Feel like im (?) I'm playing in the field (Huh)
'Cause I'm a star player (Yea)
Bitch know I'm a slayer (Yea)
Shawty sending prayers (Woah)
She gon' eat me up but she know that I ain't gon' pay her (Gauh)
I'm like see you later alligator, I get paper (Oh my god)
Bitch I'm headed to the top feel like a escalator (Huh)
My money goin' up and that feel like an elevator (Yea, Yea, Yea)
I got chromes that's on my wrist, I got balenci on my bitch (Yea)
I swear that she too ratchet, She callin' my phone like hit a lick (Oh no)
Don't hit me 'bout your clothing line
That shit be wack I'm rocking rick (Woah)
I know he mad as fuck
He sad as fuck
Cause reggie took his bitch
Let's Go, Let's Go, Let's Go, (Yo)
Riding in the track I hit the gas (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm servin' fast (Yea, Fast)
Never come in last (Yea)
Run off with the pack
Fucking up the track (Woa)
Fucking up the trap (Yea)
Countin' all these racks (Yea)
Countin' all these stacks
I can never lack (Bla)
Riding in a vet (Yea, Yea)
Leave that lil' bitch wet (Oh my god)
Bitch, I'm getting checks
It's a humble flex (Yea)
She said I'm the best (Uh)
Ballin' I feel like I'm rondo (Yea, Yea)
Run up to your condo (Huh)
Shawty wanna lick and I'm like quando (Woah)
Bitch I'm in Toronto (Woah, Woah)
Let me end this shit and talk some real shit 'bout my life
Seconds 'fore it I pulled up on your bitch and fucked her twice (Haha)
I do not fuck with no (?) bitch I don't fuck with mice (Oh my god)
Shawty wanna pull up and she wanna spend the night (God damn)
Left a (?) hoe she wanna fuck and I just might (Oh my god)
Maybe I just will (Ouh)
She might shed a tear (Yea)
Swear this shit get real
Got banana clips lil' bitch I ain't talkin' no peels (Yea)
Got yo shawty at my crib you know she got the chills (Huh)
Push up to your block you know we finna shoot to kill (Boo, Boo)
My glockie hittin' up lil' bitches like a fucking grill (Gla, Gla)
Pull up and shootin' shit like it's a fucking hot (?) (Bauh)
I'm in the coupe with shawty, know I love to grab the wheel (Yea, Yea)
Broke up with my old bitch I think that she be in her feels (No)
Feel like im (?) I'm playing in the field (Huh)
'Cause I'm a star player (Yea)
Bitch know I'm a slayer (Yea)
Shawty sending prayers (Woah)
She gon' eat me up but she know that I ain't gon' pay her (Gauh)
I'm like see you later alligator, I get paper (Oh my god)
Bitch I'm headed to the top feel like a escalator (Huh)
My money goin' up and that feel like an elevator (Yea, Yea, Yea)
I got chromes that's on my wrist, I got balenci on my bitch (Yea)
I swear that she too ratchet, She callin' my phone like hit a lick (Oh no)
Don't hit me 'bout your clothing line
That shit be wack I'm rocking rick (Woah)
I know he mad as fuck
He sad as fuck
Cause reggie took his bitch