Hov Numbers

Yea, yea Yeah (brr) You know the vibes (whoo, whoo, whoo), Drumwork Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah) Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh) Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah (still in my bag, yeah) I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag Been in the trenches, I've been pumpin' (huh) Now I pull up leave the Benz runnin' (huh) Glock 21, call it Tim Duncan (brr) Brodie pull up, he gon' end som'n (boom boom boom!) I just left the club, spent a big bag Why you go there, nigga? You ain't spend nothin' (ha) Niggas rappin' all this tough shit Why you talkin' 'bout it, you ain't did nothin' (what you did?!) Look at my (look at my) You bitches couldn't come close Coconut, pockets of the nigga in ghosts I pogoda, shit, live it up, doin' the most Like, what's the sky? (What's the sky?) Shit, I got here on a boat, and he did too All of the money is toucan blue My nigga darin', like, who can't shoot? Bitches be starin' like you didn't puke You unprepared if you can't get two Fuck it, tell 'em bring six Call my nigga Jonny Quick, how he icy with a stick Last round, drown, pick, watch how we get rich I'ma talk big shit, like a nigga big dick You can't tell me shit, bitch, except where the lick went By the way, I drip, bitch, suck it with the lipstick Fuck it, let me chill, shit, Conway told me, "Kill shit" I done hit the kill switch (I done hit the kill switch) Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah Fat boy, be layin' shit Cl-clumsy nigga how I break your bitch Buds yellow, purple Laker shit I be takin' from her while you take a shit Ain't no time to be wastin', shit Rolled a blunt, I done faced the shit History, watch me make the shit Bought a white plate (yeah) Still in my bag, countin' my blessings and countin' the tag I stay finessin' my way to the cash If I hit that bitch then she got a tag Shawty top it off, she usin' her hands Throw it back, she gon' give me the head Only fans, she gon' give me the bands I got a shooter for her and her mans She wanna chill, but I got other plans I get out, then it's back to the spot I could never turn my back on the block I sent a play-up, easy money, that's a layup They been sleepin' on me, stay out I'm in the playoffs, can't afford another day off I know this shit finna pay off (yeah) Drunk off the liquor, I'm feelin' myself (bey') Workin' overtime, I'm killin' myself Drop the hottest tape, it's still on the shelf I've been prayin' while I'm goin' through hell Weigh it out, I'll put it out on the scale Everywhere I put it out in the mail Look, shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, yeah Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh) Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag Posted on the corner, I got the toast under (I got toast under) Keep me some shooters, but I got one too And that for my own comfort (that for my own comfort) Used to push that ROC, I was doin' Hov numbers Plug just sent like 100 more through, it's gon' be a cold summer (whoo) Wintertime come, we got mad heaters Bullets like the nose on a anteater (ah) Shotgun like an elephant trunk (boom) The clip longer than a giraffe femur (whoo) Spot 'em like a panthera, but they can't see us (nah) Bullets come fast as a damn cheetah Right at your face, like bear fingers, we'll stampede you Fully with the switch and the fan feature, and that bitch don't jam neither (nah) I give 'em (what?) everything the four got, then I catch amnesia (whoo) You know it's up when you see that van creepin' (skirt) Hop out, hoodie tight on, black sneakers Yeah, they hated and threw stones at me, but I got back even The black Jesus, ah (whoo) Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa Shuttin' down the whole summer, Maybach, Roadrunner Got it from the stove numbers, wrist be doin' Hov numbers, whoa Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah Still in my bag, bitch, I'm still in my bag, uh (still in my bag, uh) Still in my bag, I'm still in my bag, yeah I'll get you whacked, spend 20 out of my bag Lucky ain't scared of shit, movin' so arrogant I ain't got money for niggas, I'm wearin' it (yep) It's apparent, gettin' paid from appearances (uh) Airin' the stick while I'm sharin' my chair and shit Maryland like six hours away I was carryin' pounds like I'm proud of the weight (right) Like a careless child, I go out of my way, (right) to fuck up your day Bury your smile in the fountain of pain I promise I'll change, but right now I'm focused on countin' some change A mountain of money, I pile up in shame Dive in it like I'm Scrooge McDuck Benz Field, I got two in the front (yeah) Open the doors, it's just women and blunts Hop in, now you winnin' with luck Shoppin' 'cause we spendin' enough (yeah) Stock tips, hope you gettin' 'em up Pop shit, nonsense, boxed in, nah, nigga, I move when I want Watch this, got rich, rock hits, mosh pits, musical stunts Drop-kick all the dudes in the front You are not big, just take it from us Drumwork, them niggas is us