Lyrics
They whip so god damn fast, 12 get behind me and can I catch
I think my nigga work at Lids, all they want is all hats
What the fuck you say your name, twin?
They whip so goddamn fast, 12 get behind me, they can't catch
I think my nigga work at Lids, all they want is all hats
When I put fire on a nigga, that mean Three want all that
And it's 'bout that, baby, I hope you know that ass is all fat
Soon as we get to the spot, I'm tryna pin you to the mat
Flood out my AP, and my gang live off cheese, full of racks
We do SRTs, and everybody got on skis, we on that
Clutchin' for no reason, nigga try Lil Three and leave 'em flat
None of these niggas ain't my buddy
Want my AP fully flooded
Got my cup, it's fully muddy
Red interior, fully bloody
Nigga buckin' on these glizzys, must not know it's fully buttoned
Bitch say she gon' get her man whacked, we got somethin' for your husband
I remember all them bags, I used to sell 'em to my cousin
I help thinkin' with your dick, these hoes gon' set you up for nothin'
They whip so goddamn fast, 12 get behind me, they can't catch
I think my nigga work at Lids, all they want is all hats
When I put fire on a nigga, that mean Three want all that
And it's 'bout that, baby, I hope you know that ass is all fat
Soon as we get to the spot, I'm tryna pin you to the mat
Flood out my AP, and my gang live off cheese, full of racks
We do SRTs, and everybody got on skis, we on that
Clutchin' for no reason, nigga try Lil Three and leave 'em flat