(Chorus)
I done made it out the hood, And they hate me for it
I sip too much PDP, Grab the double pour it
Turbo I been switching lanes (Huh) I love to floor it
Fast life that I been living yeah my bitch she adore it
(And)
Moving too fast in this coupe (Huh) I'm passing you
You done broke my trust I lost my love for you
2 faced bitches no no I can't f*ck with you
Spent them racks up on my kicks yeah these Balenci shoes
(Verse 1)
New Ice up on my neck yeah I'm too froze up
5 star I fill my lungs up I like to roll up
This a foreign 100 bands not no Corolla
I been getting to them Ricks I really go up
No you can't tell me shit I tell that bitch to shut up
Tried to step to Oh but you turned to a runner
(FTO)
Yeah I'm outside with my gunners
I need my rackades what's the hold up?
(Where's my ricks?)
(Verse 2)
Rich
(Huh)
Yeah I get rich with my clique
Spent them racks up on my fit
Yeah my wrist it's really kickboxing yeah it f*cking hit
Why the f*ck the opps they been talking cus they know I'm it?
Bounce out with sticks
We play with fire
I can see right through your lies
I just read between the lines
(Oh, No)
Fake love I can see the signs
They wanna get to me yeah I see that they trying
(Chorus)
I done made it out the hood, And they hate me for it
I sip too much PDP, Grab the double pour it
Turbo I been switching lanes (Huh) I love to floor it
Fast life that I been living yeah my bitch she adore it
(And)
Moving too fast in this coupe (Huh) I'm passing you
You done broke my trust I lost my love for you
2 faced bitches no no I can't f*ck with you
Spent them racks up on my kicks yeah these Balenci shoes
(FTO)
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English
(Chorus)
I done made it out the hood, And they hate me for it
I sip too much PDP, Grab the double pour it
Turbo I been switching lanes (Huh) I love to floor it
Fast life that I been living yeah my bitch she adore it
(And)
Moving too fast in this coupe (Huh) I'm passing you
You done broke my trust I lost my love for you
2 faced bitches no no I can't f*ck with you
Spent them racks up on my kicks yeah these Balenci shoes
(Verse 1)
New Ice up on my neck yeah I'm too froze up
5 star I fill my lungs up I like to roll up
This a foreign 100 bands not no Corolla
I been getting to them Ricks I really go up
No you can't tell me shit I tell that bitch to shut up
Tried to step to Oh but you turned to a runner
(FTO)
Yeah I'm outside with my gunners
I need my rackades what's the hold up?
(Where's my ricks?)
(Verse 2)
Rich
(Huh)
Yeah I get rich with my clique
Spent them racks up on my fit
Yeah my wrist it's really kickboxing yeah it f*cking hit
Why the f*ck the opps they been talking cus they know I'm it?
Bounce out with sticks
We play with fire
I can see right through your lies
I just read between the lines
(Oh, No)
Fake love I can see the signs
They wanna get to me yeah I see that they trying
(Chorus)
I done made it out the hood, And they hate me for it
I sip too much PDP, Grab the double pour it
Turbo I been switching lanes (Huh) I love to floor it
Fast life that I been living yeah my bitch she adore it
(And)
Moving too fast in this coupe (Huh) I'm passing you
You done broke my trust I lost my love for you
2 faced bitches no no I can't f*ck with you
Spent them racks up on my kicks yeah these Balenci shoes
(FTO)
I done made it out the hood, And they hate me for it
I sip too much PDP, Grab the double pour it
Turbo I been switching lanes (Huh) I love to floor it
Fast life that I been living yeah my bitch she adore it
(And)
Moving too fast in this coupe (Huh) I'm passing you
You done broke my trust I lost my love for you
2 faced bitches no no I can't f*ck with you
Spent them racks up on my kicks yeah these Balenci shoes
(Verse 1)
New Ice up on my neck yeah I'm too froze up
5 star I fill my lungs up I like to roll up
This a foreign 100 bands not no Corolla
I been getting to them Ricks I really go up
No you can't tell me shit I tell that bitch to shut up
Tried to step to Oh but you turned to a runner
(FTO)
Yeah I'm outside with my gunners
I need my rackades what's the hold up?
(Where's my ricks?)
(Verse 2)
Rich
(Huh)
Yeah I get rich with my clique
Spent them racks up on my fit
Yeah my wrist it's really kickboxing yeah it f*cking hit
Why the f*ck the opps they been talking cus they know I'm it?
Bounce out with sticks
We play with fire
I can see right through your lies
I just read between the lines
(Oh, No)
Fake love I can see the signs
They wanna get to me yeah I see that they trying
(Chorus)
I done made it out the hood, And they hate me for it
I sip too much PDP, Grab the double pour it
Turbo I been switching lanes (Huh) I love to floor it
Fast life that I been living yeah my bitch she adore it
(And)
Moving too fast in this coupe (Huh) I'm passing you
You done broke my trust I lost my love for you
2 faced bitches no no I can't f*ck with you
Spent them racks up on my kicks yeah these Balenci shoes
(FTO)
Writer: Kael James Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC