Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] Coastal run it back bro Pluto got it knocking, y— [Verse] Ran this shit up in some backwoods I know that we is forever paid Never made excuses, I made a way Never give a fuck what executives say, but I listen anyway Got my checks straight, got my bitch slayed Got my dogs right, that's the only way Got the Panamera outside, Nardo Grey I got more guap than my plays, what can y'all say I took a lil switch out the coupe Lil shawty work just like we do She tryna get high off the boot I told her let's go to the moon I said fuck it let's go to the room She know what that mean She know what I do With these ho's I got nothing to provе Bieber [?] she wеt Squirt, fast as a jet Went *crr* *prrt* a check Don't want the legs I want neck I'm tryna slide in that new Corvette I'm getting high, finna leave orbit Why you tryna watch and that's not your bitch Watch all froze and this bitch don't tip [?] and they screaming out ten Watch a ho' not slide in that bitch Racks packed up just for my kid Spilled my cup and I'm still in there lit I don't just want you, I want you and all your friends No scripted, leave it open just for all my meds Just turned to my partner 'cause we all go ham [?] on the body, thanking God it ain't jail (Pluto got it knocking, y—) Ears two-toned not ice cream I was on the phone with a lightskin bitch Just got rich but I like this shit Rake up lil racks lightning quick Had to [?] my likeliness Come get your bitch 'cause she like this dick Pussy so wet [?] Pussy so wet and she flyin' in Don't hit my cup to mix that shit I was in the event with some Diplo shit How you cryin' bouta bitch, you a basic lil bitch Teeth so big, I ain't missing shit Walk in the bank and I'm adding some money Blue strip, blue strip, it ain't nothing No percs but these [?] all stunning And that Trackhawk doing a hundred Hellcat my way with the money Pop perc, perc, perc, I'm a junkie Said it's up with the gang then run it We put the smoke on the floor then stomp it Take a drug test now I'ma flunk it [?] shooting at the opps, bucket Throwing racks in the bag, I'm Stephen Ain't trippin' bout the [?], that's nothing Brought the window down now I dump him I love all my brothers, still bustin' We the ones what shot up the function Still goin' 'til day of my judgement Ain't checkin' no test like fuck it AR [?] like pumpkin Six hundred just for a night That candypaint gas pack bussin'