Lil Tracy
ICY BURBERRY SCARF
[Intro: NEDARB & Yung Bruh]
Check, check, skee
Shout out Ryan Gothling (Fuck Ryan Gothling)
Literal Thots (I'm a Literal Thot)
Ryan's a literal hoe (Fuck)
Hey, hey, BB Sun is he still in LA, woah (Yah, yah, yah, yah)

[Verse 1: NEDARB]
I think I'm bolo, 'cause I tried to stop finessing but I couldn't (But I couldn't)
Put the pressure on 'em, put the pistol on 'em
Thought I wouldn't (Boom, boom)
Please do not tempt me hoe
'Cause you know I finna go, then I lose it (I lost it)
Ride around yo' whole fucking town, and I'm going Stewie (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bumpin' DJ Screw up in the coupe and now I'm feeling juicy (Aye)
Finna top me than she finna fuck me, then she call me Uber (Aye)
Onto the best, I'm onto the next, my hoes are the best (My hoes are the best)
I treat 'em so well, put cash in their purse, I don't gotta flex (CHeck, check)
What you talkin' 'bout next? (Aye)
What you finna do next? (Finna do next)
Are you talkin' 'bout money (What?)
Are you talkin' to Ned? (Huh?)
You in the right place if you're trynna get some bread (Get some bread)
Move the bitch, cash the bitch, take percents (Aye)

[Verse 2: Yung Bruh]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Gucci logo on my waist
Aye, aye, aye
N***as think I'm gay, take yo' bitch on a date (Yay)
Five-star meal, shawty eat designer steaks (Aye)
It's cold outside, Burberry scarf keep my neck alive (Aye)
Only designer belts keep my pants up high (Aye, aye, aye)
Two-door, swerve, two-door, swerve (Aye)
Dressed in all black, I look like Toopoor's purse (Yeah)
N***as talk that rahrahrah, my n***as we got Glocks on Glocks (Fuck)
[Outro: Yung Bruh]
N***a's talkin' that rahrahrah, keep talkin' that rah man
Fuck that rah shit bro
You feel me?