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Foreign coupe rush

Do too much

Shop too much

I'm too up

I'm feelin' a rush

Haters on hush

Wrists so slush

I'm too up

With two sluts

I'm too up

Give two fucks

Up the pump

Bitch, what's up?

Windows up

Geeked as fuck

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe

**** steady talking like they know me

Never did a damn thing that they told me

Ooowee

Ooowee

Taking shit back to my old days, yeah

Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah

I can't be caught out by no low stakes

When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah

I've been running this shit up with no brakes

****, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah

Poles give that **** pole face, yeah

Ghost give that **** ghost face, yeah

Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle

I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle

You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel

She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she gotta be humble

Bookoo bucks

Foreign coupe rush

Do too much

Shop too much

I'm too up

I'm feelin' a rush

Haters on hush

Wrists so slush

I'm too up

With two sluts

I'm too up

Give two fucks

Up the pump

Bitch, what's up?

Windows up

Geeked as fuck

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe

**** steady talking like they know me

Never did a damn thing that they told me

Ooowee

Ooowee

I'm in a big body

Dior my sock body

Shooters gon ride 'bout me

Tell me what's your location

Mask up, no cases

Penthouse, no babies

Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy

Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser

Yeah, go off for my people

I keep a weapon, it's lethal

I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah

Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message

.223 hit him and came out his belly

Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking edgy

Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra

Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla

Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather

Go cop a Demon, I call it the devil

I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like relish

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Do too much

Shock too much

I'm too up

I'm feelin a rush

Haters on hush

Wrists so slush

I'm too up

We're too slushed

I'm too up

Give two fucks

Up the pump

Bitch, what's up?

Windows up

Geeked as fuck

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe

**** steady talking like they know me

Never did a damn thing that they told me

Ooowee

Ooowee

Rock to a 24, ain't talkin Kobe

**** talkin out his neck, I don't even know him

**** talkin' fake ass, tell a **** to show me

Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like ooh

Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie

Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool

Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist

Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley

Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini

I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis

We blow the top off the op in a minute

Ya'll ****' songs ain't having no meanings

Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini

Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop)

Bookoo bucks

Foreign coupe rush

Do too much

Shop too much

I'm too up

I'm feelin' a rush

Haters on hush

Wrists so slush

I'm too up

With two sluts

I'm too up

Give two fucks

Up the pump

Bitch, what's up?

Windows up

Geeked as fuck

Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe

**** steady talking like they know me

Never did a damn thing that they told me

Ooowee

Ooowee