Last Minute (feat. Lil Yachty)

V12, yeah, I chose to go fast in it

Tinted up, bet I got somethin' bad in it

Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it

I can have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute

Hangin' with them lame ass ****, I can't bear wit

I'll stuff four grams in my wood, I don't tear shit

Top of the mountain, big cabin, feel the air hit

Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks

Everywhere I go bitches askin' who I'm there with

Whatchu mean, "Who I'm with?", bitch, you too nosy

Run around the lobby like my brother first name Cody

Fuck it, run around the lobby like Mr. Moseby

Made another open ****, I don't even wear Oakleys

Ridin' 'round with a ski mask like my name's Stokely

**** tryna give me game, but you can't coach me

Ridin' 'round on some bad grades like I didn't study

Gotta die alone regardless, I don't need buddies

**** used to call me pig, cup was too muddy

Closed the curtains in the double R, it got too sunny

Let these little **** know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny

Lot of blues and I still count it, it's that blood money

Told her if she love me gotta suck it till her nose runny

Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I'm so clumsy

Said them VVS's but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy

Twelve hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody

I been out cheatin' all day, hey, I'm home honey

Yeah, she kinda bad but I told her it's the throat for me

In the A with Yachty, yeah, I told 'em bring a boat for me

Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me

Thirty two hundred dollar jacket, it got cold for me

Real stepper, I got corns on my toes

'Bout to try bein' faithful, I got bored with these hoes

I ain't got a buck to give to these hoes

I won't let her spend the night, how you live with that hoe?

I ain't got a shirt to give to these hoes

Make her leave here in the same dress she came in

Everybody love me, they love me just like Raymond

Talk just like a shaman, Cartiers not no Raybans, bitch

Claimin' that they real but they whole body fake

Woke up to the thickest bitches, let me be your Prada bae

You can fuck, you can suck, I can't take you on no date

All my bitches mad about my other hoes, I need a break

Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt I went Bape

**** clout chasin', pillow talkin' hoes, that shit gay

YSL, they gone walk me through the back, better not play

I'm in Prada, they keep yellin', "Welcome back" like I'm Ma$e