Bitch
Delta
Step in the brakes
They gonna talk all that shit
But I know they won't say to my face
I'm getting cake
They gonna try to talk shit
But I still don't know how much they make
Keep up the pace
You gonna try to drive fast
Are you sure that that cart wasn't laced?
You talking mad shit in the lobby
For someone that doesn't like showing their face
Yeah, that boy shy now, yeah, he mad, wow
I'm still showing his face to the world
How the fuck you 30 years old and never dated a boy or a girl?
I gotta slide now, gotta sign out because life is not diamonds and pearls
Uh, fuck
Let out a sigh 'cause I know I'm the best in the world
On that fuckshit
Know I'm the best in the world. I'm gon' step in the function
Yeah, we gon' walk in that trap house now, we let that AR jumpin'
Oh, man, if we talking money, then I gotta say it's not up for discussion
Talk about it, talk about it, we left that boy lung thumpin'
We got problems and problems, but we not talkin' 'bout that shit
If I really wanted to, then I could put you on my list
We got problems and problems, but we not talkin' 'bout that shit
If I really wanted to, then I could put you on my list
Step in the brakes
They gonna talk all that shit
But I know they won't say to my face
I'm getting cake
They gonna try to talk shit
But I still don't know how much they make
Keep up the pace
You gonna try to drive fast
Are you sure that that cart wasn't laced?
You-You talking mad shit in the lobby
For someone that doesn't like showing their face
I'm-I'm-I'm the red dragon, and at face value you a bandwagon
Tom Buchanan, I'm at Gatsby's house just smokin' big cannons
They-They don't want my money, guess I'll throw it at 'em
A-A-Anyway, they gon' steal my swag, I throw it at 'em
I'm still servin' bass, yeah, I'm steppin' on the brakes
Car-Car-Cargo at my house and I'm punchin' in the bay
Shine 'cause the angel comes at nine with no delay
And they got Wido on replay, but they complain about your name
Walk with a Canada bag, filled with snow, fuckin' up their brain
And I got no vehicle for you, fuck you, park it out the way
I think I got a problem too, I throw it all away
Ain't nobody talk 'bout you, as soon I—
Step in the brakes
They gonna talk all that shit
But I know they won't say to my face
I'm getting cake
They gonna try to talk shit
But I still don't know how much they make
Keep up the pace
You gonna try to drive fast
Are you sure that that cart wasn't laced?
You talking mad shit in the lobby
For someone that doesn't like showing their face