Full Throttle

Lyrics

[Intro] SBDSM the motherfucking gang (Machine, make this beat bump) ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz (Ayo, Sebastian, run that shit the fuck back) Yeah [Verse] New whip, push start Margiela, foot art Real life 201 scholar, I ain't book smart Bag drag, push carts That nigga took ours Rocking out with heavy metal on us, not no guitars I got hoes Kaepernicking, why these niggas mad I'm shitting? Whip got a camera and sensor when I'm back up in it You be up in average chicken, only like the baddest bitches Glock 19 tucked, you know I got attachments with me You capping with that hot-ass breath, you a dragon tail Unky throwing bricks and he punch, call him "Shaq Liddell" Thinking he a demon, baby chop throw his ass to Hell Porch after porch after porch, bitch, I'm grabbing mail I like garlic buttеr but, my baby, she gon' steak sauce it Opps'll nеver catch me by myself, I be with Drac' often I'm just tryna fuck you like a slut, bitch, I don't date often Dawg be clocking in and taking orders, niggas ain't bossing Big-ass hammer, I'll turn this bitch to Asgard All my hoes bougie, they like thick pape' and fast cars Bro like Lazlo, he'll camp out in yo backyard Gotta know the whole world free when you crack cards Scam, punch, and Cha Cha Slide, I don't trap, buddy Dog Shit Militia, upping racks with my rap buddies Too much za floating, can't see shit through the black buffies Me and Tron tripping, flying up in first class comfy Buck twenty, when it come to Visas, I'm a heavyweight 'Miris falling down 'cause the pockets stuffed with heavy pape' Fresh to death, I'm rocking Palm Angels at the Heaven Gates Two Pro Maxes off a punch, bitch, I'm Kevin Gates Bitch, I'm Star-Lord in a UFO with stick by me McQueen head wrap, Drac' tucked, bitch, I'm big akhi We know that ain't no real Presidential, that's a Mitt Romney Count blues while she top me 'cause it make her suck the dick sloppy If you ain't gang, you can't speak to me I know lil' bro'll ice him up like a Jesus piece Trackhawks and 2020 'Vettes, we like Need for Speed Big shitters on me through this bitch, we the Feces Team It's to the bag if I pledge allegiance Every fucking worker know my name when I step in Neiman's I get every Yeezy when it drop, bitch, I step Adidas Balenciaga'd up in high school, used to step Arenas Either up or you down, boy, this life shit a seesaw Seven hunnid horses in the whip, bitch, yee-haw How the fuck I got my shirt on but it read "Off"? I ain't go to culinary school but I keep sauce Make her blow dick, fuck you think? I'm holding hands with hoes? Full throttle, all you niggas' necks, what I'm standing on Lil' bro be posted in the cut, he need a bandage on We'll paint yo whole spot up, Michelangelo [Outro] Ha-ha, yeah, dummy