I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Got a Ferrari when I drive through the hills
All of my niggas outside for real
I'm 'bout to shit on niggas, diarrhea
It's a lot of fake niggas, I'ma die real
I be hanging outside with guerillas
Lost my dawg, wanna die with my niggas
Niggas rather be fly than realer
And if the opps wanna slide, get hit up
I'm in the gang for the dirty-dirty
My right hand keep a .30 clip
I done did some time with the murderers
I ain't gotta shine on purpose, huh
Platinum every time I put out (Put out)
Trap house lookin' like a cookout (Cookout)
He creepin' up, get the red dot, headshot
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Birdman]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Stunna)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Rich Gang)
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Cap a slingshot on eighty shit, cherry wood in all my whips
Do it big, that label shit
Created shit but stayed hood rich (Stayed rich)
That's how we lace this shit, get money, stay break a bitch
At the top of hill, another shootout
With a hundred mil', we weighed that shit (We weighed that shit)
Chanel bag, jewelries be hundred or mo' (Hundreds or mo')
And I got my whole hood on go (Hood on go)
Bird call, I hit a lace then got ghost (Got ghost)
Rich nigga, Roberto Cavalli, marble floors
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Birdman & Lil Wayne]
I bought a white Bentayga
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship
(Blatt)
We was runnin' outside from the jakes
Now I put a lot of ice in the face, huh
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut
And I got a ride with the tuck-up, huh
Gave a hundred racks to my brother, huh
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up, huh
And I got the whole hood on go (Yeah)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Yeah, yeah)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Uh)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch]
Stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan
Chrome Heart bust down, I weigh it underhand
Spent a couple hunnid bands, that was just for the band
Put a dirty hundred grand up in the laundry bag
Bout to pop another Xan', 'bout to smoke a hundred grams
I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am
Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man
But the light just might be a train comin', man
I had to spend some money to win some money
I had the rooftop down but still had the tints up on it
Weed so good, I tensed up on it
Lil' ho tryna inch up on me while my bitch up on me
Rose gold look like ketchup on me
I let that chopper ring with no holy matrimony
All red like Patrick, homie
Redbone, got her lashes on me
I can't even sleep tight without a million cash inside the mattress, homie
Told bae I'm in the booth, you gon' have to play with the pussy on FaceTime
Just found out the President I voted for was already dead, slime (Yeah)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Lil Wayne]
I bought a white Bentayga (Yeah)
Had to creep through the night in the spaceship (Yeah)
We was runnin' outside from the jakes (Yeah)
Now I put a lot of ice in the face (Yeah)
Keep a lot of shooters in the cut-cut (Yeah, yeah)
And I got a ride with the tuck-up (Yeah, yeah)
Gave a hundred racks to my brother (Yeah, yeah)
Pop out a check, I'ma fuck up (Yeah, yeah), huh (Huh)
And I got the whole hood on go (Whole hood on go)
Look at my neck, my wrist, my pinky on froze (Froze)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip down to my toes (Down to my toes)
Still pull up in a Rolls-Rolls (Mula)
Cheannaigh mé Bentayga bán
Dá mbeadh a creep tríd an oíche sa spásárthach
Bhí muid runnin 'taobh amuigh ó na Jakes
Anois, chuir mé a lán de oighir in aghaidh, huh
Coinnigh ar a lán de lámhachóirí sa gearrtha-gearrtha
Agus fuair mé ar turas leis an milseán-suas, huh
Thug céad racaí le mo dheartháir, huh
Pop amach seic, I'ma ag fuck suas, huh
Agus fuair mé an cochall ar fad ar dul
Féach ar mo mhuineál, mo láimhe, mo pinky ar froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip síos go dtí mo toes
Fós tharraingt suas i scríbhinn Rolls-Rolls
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Fuair Ferrari nuair a thiomáint mé tríd na cnoic
Gach ceann de mo taobh amuigh niggas do fíor
Tá mé 'bout a cac ar niggas, buinneach
Tá sé a lán de na niggas falsa, bás I'ma fíor
Mé crochta taobh amuigh le guerillas
Caillte mo dawg, ag iarraidh a bás le mo niggas
Niggas bheith in áit eitilt ná realer
Agus más mian leis an Opps sleamhnán, a fháil buailte suas
Tá mé sa gang don salach-salach
Mo lámh dheis a choinneáil gearrthóg 0.30
Rinne Déanta agam ar roinnt ama leis na dúnmharfóirí
Níl mé Shine gotta ar na críche sin, huh
Platanam gach uair a chuir mé amach (Cuir amach)
Teach Gaiste lookin 'cosúil le cookout (Cookout)
creepin Tá sé ar bun, a fháil ar an ponc dearg, headshot
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Birdman]
Cheannaigh mé Bentayga bán
Dá mbeadh a creep tríd an oíche sa spásárthach
Bhí muid runnin 'taobh amuigh ó na Jakes
Anois, chuir mé a lán de oighir in aghaidh, huh
Coinnigh ar a lán de lámhachóirí sa gearrtha-gearrtha
Agus fuair mé ar turas leis an milseán-suas, huh
Thug céad racaí le mo dheartháir, huh
Pop amach seic, I'ma ag fuck suas, huh
Agus fuair mé an cochall ar fad ar dul
Féach ar mo mhuineál, mo láimhe, mo pinky ar froze
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip síos go dtí mo toes (Stunna)
Fós tharraingt suas i scríbhinn Rolls-Rolls (Rich Gang)
[Verse 2: Birdman]
Cap slingshot ar ochtó cac, adhmad silíní i ngach mo fuipeanna
An bhfuil sé mór, go cac lipéad
cac Cruthaithe ach cochall fhan saibhir (D'fhan saibhir)
Go s chaoi lása againn an cac, airgead a fháil, fanacht briseadh soith
Ag barr an chnoic, shootout eile
Le céad milliún ', a mheá go cac (mheá go cac)
Chanel mála, jewelries a céad nó mo '(Na céadta nó mo')
Agus d'éirigh liom mo cochall ar fad ar dul (Hood ar dul)
glao Bird, bhuail mé le lása taibhse ansin fuair (Got Ghost)
nigga Rich, Roberto Cavalli, urláir marmair
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch, Birdman & Lil Wayne]
Cheannaigh mé Bentayga bán
Dá mbeadh a creep tríd an oíche sa spásárthach
(Blatt)
Bhí muid runnin 'taobh amuigh ó na Jakes
Anois, chuir mé a lán de oighir in aghaidh, huh
Coinnigh ar a lán de lámhachóirí sa gearrtha-gearrtha
Agus fuair mé ar turas leis an milseán-suas, huh
Thug céad racaí le mo dheartháir, huh
Pop amach seic, I'ma ag fuck suas, huh
Agus fuair mé an cochall ar fad ar dul (Yeah)
Féach ar mo mhuineál, mo láimhe, mo pinky ar froze (Yeah, yera yeah)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip síos go dtí mo toes (Dún mo toes)
Fós tharraingt suas i scríbhinn Rolls-Rolls (Uh)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Roddy Ricch]
Stunnaman, stunnaman, bulletproof Cullinan
Chrome Croí bust síos, meáigh liom é chalaoiseacha
Spíonta cúpla hunnid bannaí, go raibh díreach don bhanna
Cuir salach céad suas mhór sa mhála níocháin
Bout a pop Xan eile ',' bout ag caitheamh tobac céad gram
I'ma bheith cé mé, tá tú nach bhfuil cad tá mé
Lit cosúil leis an solas ag deireadh an tolláin, fear
Ach d'fhéadfadh an solas a bheith díreach ina comin traenach, fear
Bhí mé a chaitheamh roinnt airgid a bhuachan roinnt airgid
Bhí mé an síos rooftop ach bhí fós ar na tints suas ar sé
Weed chomh maith, tensed mé suas ar sé
Lil 'ho tryna orlach suas ar dom agus mo soith suas ar dom
Rose cuma ór cosúil ketchup orm
Mé in iúl go bhfuil fáinne chopper aon matrimony naofa
Gach dearg ar nós Patrick, homie
Redbone, fuair sí lashes ar dom
Ní féidir liom codladh fiú daingean gan milliún airgead tirim taobh istigh den mattress, homie
D'inis bae mé i mboth, gon tú 'bheith a imirt leis an pussy ar FaceTime
Just a fuair amach vótáil an tUachtarán I do bhí marbh cheana, slaim (Yeah)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Lil Wayne]
Cheannaigh mé Bentayga bán (Yeah)
Dá mbeadh a creep tríd an oíche sa spásárthach (Yeah)
Bhí muid runnin 'taobh amuigh ó na Jakes (Yeah)
Anois a chur mé a lán de oighir in aghaidh (Yeah)
Coinnigh ar a lán de lámhachóirí sa gearrtha-gearrtha (Yeah, yera yeah)
Agus fuair mé ar turas leis an milseán-suas (Yeah, yera yeah)
Thug céad racaí le mo dheartháir (Yeah, yera yeah)
Pop amach seic, ag fuck I'ma suas (Yeah, yera yeah), huh (Huh)
Agus fuair mé an cochall ar fad ar dul (cochall Iomlán ar dul)
Féach ar mo mhuineál, mo láimhe, mo pinky ar froze (Froze)
Stunnaman, stunnaman, stunnaman, drip-drip síos go dtí mo toes (Dún mo toes)
Fós tharraingt suas i scríbhinn Rolls-Rolls (Mula)