Damn twin, I need to go to the bank
Ah shit, haha
I want that mothaf*cka, SVJ mothaf*cka, like that mothaf*cking
S, what it is, what it is, that SF90 mothaf*cka, what I'm talking about that mothaf*cking
Yea that Rarri bitch, talkin' 'bout that skrt
That motherf*cking skrt, skrt
That mothaf*cka like, I'm talkin''bout that mothaf*cka really
For real twin, I'm not playing with you, I want that bitch
I want that bitch twin, c'mon
Shit, for real
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
O-G-E-4-L, talkin' 'bout the LBB's
You know I can't leave out the homegirls too, call 'em the LBG's
That bitch wanna drip on Chanel
Order that shit off the SHEIN
Exhaust, pop like beans
I smoke that weed, mix X & lean
I said I'm so high
I still get money though
Come shop from jump, like bunny though
I'm Sahir, don't call me Tommy though
I said, I'm so fried
Everything so funny hoe
In Benz, I seen you runnin', bro,
No exercise, I'm thumbing though
It's a competition
Who got the most bread?
She got the best head
I wanna live my life like GTA, with all of my guns in the shed
And f*ck all the people that's hatin' on me, nigga
I don't give a damn what they said
And nigga, shout out Carti in this bitch
Cause all I see is red, red, red, red
Shit, bitch, I wanna pull up in that Cadillac, that's that CTS-V
Bitch I wanna tune it by myself, but I don't even know how to do that
Turn off the traction, I know how to do that
I wanna slide, I know how to do that (skrt, skrt)
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
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Damn twin, I need to go to the bank
Ah shit, haha
I want that mothaf*cka, SVJ mothaf*cka, like that mothaf*cking
S, what it is, what it is, that SF90 mothaf*cka, what I'm talking about that mothaf*cking
Yea that Rarri bitch, talkin' 'bout that skrt
That motherf*cking skrt, skrt
That mothaf*cka like, I'm talkin''bout that mothaf*cka really
For real twin, I'm not playing with you, I want that bitch
I want that bitch twin, c'mon
Shit, for real
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
O-G-E-4-L, talkin' 'bout the LBB's
You know I can't leave out the homegirls too, call 'em the LBG's
That bitch wanna drip on Chanel
Order that shit off the SHEIN
Exhaust, pop like beans
I smoke that weed, mix X & lean
I said I'm so high
I still get money though
Come shop from jump, like bunny though
I'm Sahir, don't call me Tommy though
I said, I'm so fried
Everything so funny hoe
In Benz, I seen you runnin', bro,
No exercise, I'm thumbing though
It's a competition
Who got the most bread?
She got the best head
I wanna live my life like GTA, with all of my guns in the shed
And f*ck all the people that's hatin' on me, nigga
I don't give a damn what they said
And nigga, shout out Carti in this bitch
Cause all I see is red, red, red, red
Shit, bitch, I wanna pull up in that Cadillac, that's that CTS-V
Bitch I wanna tune it by myself, but I don't even know how to do that
Turn off the traction, I know how to do that
I wanna slide, I know how to do that (skrt, skrt)
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
Ah shit, haha
I want that mothaf*cka, SVJ mothaf*cka, like that mothaf*cking
S, what it is, what it is, that SF90 mothaf*cka, what I'm talking about that mothaf*cking
Yea that Rarri bitch, talkin' 'bout that skrt
That motherf*cking skrt, skrt
That mothaf*cka like, I'm talkin''bout that mothaf*cka really
For real twin, I'm not playing with you, I want that bitch
I want that bitch twin, c'mon
Shit, for real
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
O-G-E-4-L, talkin' 'bout the LBB's
You know I can't leave out the homegirls too, call 'em the LBG's
That bitch wanna drip on Chanel
Order that shit off the SHEIN
Exhaust, pop like beans
I smoke that weed, mix X & lean
I said I'm so high
I still get money though
Come shop from jump, like bunny though
I'm Sahir, don't call me Tommy though
I said, I'm so fried
Everything so funny hoe
In Benz, I seen you runnin', bro,
No exercise, I'm thumbing though
It's a competition
Who got the most bread?
She got the best head
I wanna live my life like GTA, with all of my guns in the shed
And f*ck all the people that's hatin' on me, nigga
I don't give a damn what they said
And nigga, shout out Carti in this bitch
Cause all I see is red, red, red, red
Shit, bitch, I wanna pull up in that Cadillac, that's that CTS-V
Bitch I wanna tune it by myself, but I don't even know how to do that
Turn off the traction, I know how to do that
I wanna slide, I know how to do that (skrt, skrt)
I need to go to the bank
I wanna make a deposit
I wanna get me a loan on Ferrari
I wanna get me a Lamb
Hellcat, bitch, god damn
Talkin' 'bout the SVJ
Hurracan, bitch, god damn
Hold on, shit
Every time I pull up, you know you gonna hear my shit
From a mile away
When I pull up Mercedes, you know I'ma drift that bitch
I'm gon' slide today
In a BRZ with Prettibleu, okay
I'ma blow up before I even get 100k
With the lightning bolts, might just go tat on my face
Writer: Sahir Sensation
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