Letras
(Ay, fuck you, Letoa, you ain't shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fits
I don't got a Glock, but I don't miss
Got the whole club jumpin', yeah, they love my shit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit
Bitch I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fits
I don't got a Glock, but I don't miss
Got the whole club jumpin', yeah, they love my shit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit
Okay, I'm movin' fast
I'm finna bow her back
And I be getting to the bands
Like I'm Fleetwood Mac
You see me postin' with the gang
And I got that strap
I pull up with a .45
Then I let it blast
Shoutout my slimes and my brothers
I always keep it one hundred
You know that we gon' have that sawed-off
They want smoke?
Then it's comin'
I came from nothin' to somethin'
I see the opps and they runnin'
Always came from where I step
When I'm up in the function
I got a Glock, on my left
Got a Glock, on my right
They wanna talk all that smack
So I pull up on sight
All that Pop Smoke
It won't hurt for the night
One night, then I go dip
E45, that's my brand-new whip
Couple bad thotties
They dressed in goth fits
Feel like Yung Bruh (yeah, yeah)
'Cause I need a goth chick
Bitch I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fits
I don't got a Glock, but I don't miss
Got the whole club jumpin', yeah, they love my shit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit
Bitch I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fits
I don't got a Glock, but I don't miss
Got the whole club jumpin', yeah, they love my shit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit
My shit, my shit (yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit