galore

Lyrics

[Chorus] Hit my phone, ain't 'bout them racks, which I ignore (I ignore) We got percs on percs on percs, [?] galore You ain't finna catch me pouring like some four Hop in that jet, I'm in the clouds, yeah, we gon' soar (We gon' soar) Where you at? Yeah, I been knocking at yo' door We gon' slide down, shoot like Harden on the court I got so much money, no, I can't be poor When we double back up on his block, he meet the Lord [Verse] She ain't ever met nobody that do it like me My choppa shoot heat, that shit so hot, thousand degrees He wan' talk that shit, I put his ass on the TV Shе gon' come and kick it, she hope that shе never leave Hop up on [?] take a trip [?] take some flicks [?] I think I can fix [?] pack into a brick [?] smoking is mid Throw that pack up in the air, yeah, I feel like I'm Michael Vick (Yeah) Bitch, I sip too much, I don't think I can get sick Choppa make him disappear, choppa do a magic trick Choppa finna make him float Swear my shooter know judo I can spend a little bag up on you, baby, we so close Bitch, I walk up in the mall, spend, 'bout four figures on clothes [?] wipe his nose [?] his ligaments [?] then why say you did? [?] many glicks [?] [Chorus] Hit my phone, ain't 'bout them racks, which I ignore (I ignore) We got price on price on prices, [?] galore You ain't finna catch me pouring like some four Hop in that jet, I'm in the clouds, yeah, we gon' soar (We gon' soar) Where you at? Yeah, I been knocking at yo' door We gon' slide down, shoot like Harden on the court I got so much money, no, I can't be poor When we double back up on his block, he meet the Lord