Letras
Quarantined to the trap
In the past I lost some bands
Ran it up and got it back
Whenever when I'm talking
Why you always think I'm talking back
You want me you got me feeling
Like I'm proud of all my racks
This the only thing that love me
That don't run then come right back
Why you calling shots
When I ain't never hearing Quit that
Towards me ain't hearing shit
You'll probably see me shooting back
I ain't tripping on some shit That you have
Ain't calling back
I'm getting right to a cheque
So I'mma have to call you back
I'm getting money
Need to see some ass clap
Cannot see me piling up
But I could probably freeze that
I'm in love with this money
I got a problem need stacks
I'm in love with my foreigns I'm in a beamer
Do the dash
Got this bad bitch On side me
And she saying I go to fast
But she look at the wall of the reflection
Up on the glass
When I hit from behind
And I keep on smacking on her ass
Keep on pulling her hair when I'm choking
Now she want it fast
Said she wanting all of me so I'm just tryna make it last
Damn
I'm trust tryna make it last do the dash
Still be praying I don't crash
Smack her ass count a stack
Police coppas on my ass
Cannot trip imma lose em
Who you think that you be fooling
On a chase But I'm just cruising
On a coffee Why you snoozing
You ain't racing Boy you losing
Boy I'm geeked up When I'm booted
Crashed off xanz So I be zoooted
Off a bong so I be hooted Up
Who's is ours
And who's is us
Who's to love and Who's to trust
Who's the real and who's the bluff
Keep on speaking facts and stuff
Deniro help your plans and stuff