Letras
(With who? The girl next door, you know?) (Rock wit the riddim)
(Rock wit the riddim)
(Yo man) Look
Said the AMG go past lights, I'm racing
My time was coming, I had to be patient
Know she diva, Jamaican
Mask on my face, you might think that I'm Jason
Stay lowkey, it's the bag that I'm chasing
GTA, these niggas be wasted
Niggas be fans and they always complaining
Perks got me twitching but I'm not gaming
These lot got me sick like Ne-Yo
Me and my ting tryna fly out to Rio
I don't even play no ball like that
Don't play cah it could get messy, Leo
Know I don't cap like Leo
Me and myself, but I slide with a trio
Wake up (wake up) Dom Corleo
I'm in a German (boy!) EO
(Aye, aye, aye, aye) (rock wit the riddim)
(Turnt)
Aye
I pull with gang like the president
She loves me, I don't love her back
You can check on the gram, that's evidence
Your mouth too much, you pelican
Brand new AP, call that a Skeleton (boom)
Got sickest flow, I don't need no medicine
I was in the back like Bellerín (bap bap)
Swipe my card, no Poker
Bro that's a stretch, ain't talking yoga (flexin')
Say what you want, it's over
Young Stacka out here with my wolves like Roma
Two man up in a rover
Let that fling while I rise my shoulder
Tell Hannah "Let Mia come over"
Grab on the Drac, Controlla
(Aye, where you at, though?)
(Nah, where you at?)
(Aye, that was a freestyle by the way, still)
(I ain't written nothin' on here)
Boy
(Aye, aye, aye, aye) (back wit the riddim)
(Aye, aye, aye, aye, boy!) (Back wit the riddim)