Pull up I'm wet, got the hose with me
Chain on my neck, got low degree
I drop pins on the map point B to Point D
I fly over C's (get it)
Put her on the plane, she D two F
Bad bitch want me in her over E's
So many checks, I can't keep track
When I take it to the bank, I need a notary (wooo)
How could you every say no to me
Got my own bag like grocery
You hit up my block I leave you on read
Like a motherf*cker can't get ahold of me
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Eight rings for the beats I killed, smokin' up still
Got em looking up I'm in a high place (damn)
Meant two cars like I8, got em all mad, like irate
Guess how many rappers I ate, gotta line em up on my plate (damn)
Five out of 10, yeah I rate, no gold stars for a brother
He sucks like my date (wooo)
Take your crap, cuz I don't give a shit, move fast like lickity split
Act mad when I post to Instagram, no cap I threw up a fit
Damn, damn, damn, damn
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English
Pull up I'm wet, got the hose with me
Chain on my neck, got low degree
I drop pins on the map point B to Point D
I fly over C's (get it)
Put her on the plane, she D two F
Bad bitch want me in her over E's
So many checks, I can't keep track
When I take it to the bank, I need a notary (wooo)
How could you every say no to me
Got my own bag like grocery
You hit up my block I leave you on read
Like a motherf*cker can't get ahold of me
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Eight rings for the beats I killed, smokin' up still
Got em looking up I'm in a high place (damn)
Meant two cars like I8, got em all mad, like irate
Guess how many rappers I ate, gotta line em up on my plate (damn)
Five out of 10, yeah I rate, no gold stars for a brother
He sucks like my date (wooo)
Take your crap, cuz I don't give a shit, move fast like lickity split
Act mad when I post to Instagram, no cap I threw up a fit
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Chain on my neck, got low degree
I drop pins on the map point B to Point D
I fly over C's (get it)
Put her on the plane, she D two F
Bad bitch want me in her over E's
So many checks, I can't keep track
When I take it to the bank, I need a notary (wooo)
How could you every say no to me
Got my own bag like grocery
You hit up my block I leave you on read
Like a motherf*cker can't get ahold of me
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Eight rings for the beats I killed, smokin' up still
Got em looking up I'm in a high place (damn)
Meant two cars like I8, got em all mad, like irate
Guess how many rappers I ate, gotta line em up on my plate (damn)
Five out of 10, yeah I rate, no gold stars for a brother
He sucks like my date (wooo)
Take your crap, cuz I don't give a shit, move fast like lickity split
Act mad when I post to Instagram, no cap I threw up a fit
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Writer: Mason Rankin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid