LUVYUNO! - FULL THROTTLE! Lyrics

Up it, frrt, It blow like a trumpet
Shawty, she trippin', she making assumptions
Walk in the function, you know that it's jumpin'
I lapped all my haters, it just hasn't sunk in
Pop a pill for a problem, I'm never sober
If you live by the sword, you gone die by the cobra
If the mix aint good, I'm killing the DJ
My homie racist, pull up with like 3 K's
Walk in the party, you know that I'm flexing
Walk in the club with a guest, its a weapon
We taking yo money, you thinking you flexing
I keep that metal like I'm with the X Men
Damn, Im out of my body
Take a shot or two, sippin' Bacardi
Make it three or four, I'm moving sloppy
Sip too much drank and it's clogging my arteries
Gotta go out with a blast, I just might crash
Got no time to think, I might spaz
Need for Speed it, my foot on the gas
She keep telling me, "baby don't crash"
Like how did we get this bad?
I don't think I can take you back
I thought we could count up stacks
Watch where you steppin', theres snakes in that grass
I'm in the spot and I'm feeling like Johnny, but I am not happy 'cause I'm not a legend
Versace with Dior, she like how I'm smellin', I whipped out a band, she said that was impressing
If I got a dollar each time that you lied to me, id be a millionaire, there is no question
Cartier glasses, a deuce in my Fanta, yo thotty wan f*ck on me, that was expected
That fat shit flying, its hotter than solar
Look at my wrist and its freezing, no polar
Im on the highway, go faster, I floor it
She on delivered 'cuz she not important
Frrt frrt, got hit with the cobra
We aint yo homies, dont act like you know us
My fingers sticky, better make sure your chain tucked
You gotta hold up, I'm getting my dough up
Up it, frrt, It blow like a trumpet
Shawty, she trippin', she making assumptions
Walk in the function, you know that it's jumpin'
I lapped all my haters, it just hasn't sunk in
Pop a pill for a problem, I'm never sober
If you live by the sword, you gone die by the cobra
If the mix aint good, I'm killing the DJ
My homie racist, pull up with like 3 K's
Up it, frrt, It blow like a trumpet
Shawty, she trippin', she making assumptions
Walk in the function, you know that it's jumpin'
I lapped all my haters, it just hasn't sunk in
Pop a pill for a problem, I'm never sober
If you live by the sword, you gone die by the cobra
If the mix aint good, I'm killing the DJ
My homie racist, pull up with like 3 K's