Letras
Estra higesma yeya toria
Kesya yachesna hiya steria (Dirty Vans on the track)
Estra higesma yeya toria
Kesya yachesna hiya steria-steria
Estra higesma yeya toria
Kesya yachesna hiya steria
Estra higesma yeya toria
Kesya yachesna hiya steria
I ain't talkin' religion, baby, but I'm a God
Louboutins on my feet, but I ain't got no job (I'm a God)
I got hoes on me, call me "Lil Tracy Minaj"
Call Lil Tracy up, like we finna get to this guap (skrrt-skrrt)
Skrrt-skrrt down the block, baby, I can't stop
Drivin' fast, gettin' top, watchin' for the cops
Bet your girl know Lil Peep and Lil Tracy, we hot (bee, bee)
Bet your girl know Lil Peep and Lil Tracy, we rock (bee)
Lil' mama tell me that I'm pretty, I get that a lot
He be actin' like he real, but it's just a mirage
She asked me if I wanna die, all I said was, "Yuh"
Yuh, all I said was, "Yuh"
Now she all up on my dick when the music drop
Hit the mall, fill my pockets up and then I shop
And I need a fat stack, I can't fuck with knots
Bitches runnin' 'round the lobby, sleepin' at the top
Back in the day, me and SKWAB, we would jugg and rob (pew, pew)
Now we pull up to the mall, we look and we cop
Now they treat me like a star, I act like I'm not
Wanna give me a massage in my new garage
Estra higesma yeya toria
Kesya yachesna hiya steria
Estra higesma yeya toria
Kesya yachesna hiya steria