Intro

[Intro]
Coastal run it back bro
Pluto got it knocking, y—

[Verse]
Ran this shit up in some backwoods
I know that we is forever paid
Never made excuses, I made a way
Never give a fuck what executives say, but I listen anyway
Got my checks straight, got my bitch slayed
Got my dogs right, that's the only way
Got the Panamera outside, Nardo Grey
I got more guap than my plays, what can y'all say
I took a lil switch out the coupe
Lil shawty work just like we do
She tryna get high off the boot
I told her let's go to the moon
I said fuck it let's go to the room
She know what that mean
She know what I do
With these ho's I got nothing to provе
Bieber [?] she wеt
Squirt, fast as a jet
Went *crr* *prrt* a check
Don't want the legs I want neck
I'm tryna slide in that new Corvette
I'm getting high, finna leave orbit
Why you tryna watch and that's not your bitch
Watch all froze and this bitch don't tip
[?] and they screaming out ten
Watch a ho' not slide in that bitch
Racks packed up just for my kid
Spilled my cup and I'm still in there lit
I don't just want you, I want you and all your friends
No scripted, leave it open just for all my meds
Just turned to my partner 'cause we all go ham
[?] on the body, thanking God it ain't jail (Pluto got it knocking, y—)
Ears two-toned not ice cream
I was on the phone with a lightskin bitch
Just got rich but I like this shit
Rake up lil racks lightning quick
Had to [?] my likeliness
Come get your bitch 'cause she like this dick
Pussy so wet [?]
Pussy so wet and she flyin' in
Don't hit my cup to mix that shit
I was in the event with some Diplo shit
How you cryin' bouta bitch, you a basic lil bitch
Teeth so big, I ain't missing shit
Walk in the bank and I'm adding some money
Blue strip, blue strip, it ain't nothing
No percs but these [?] all stunning
And that Trackhawk doing a hundred
Hellcat my way with the money
Pop perc, perc, perc, I'm a junkie
Said it's up with the gang then run it
We put the smoke on the floor then stomp it
Take a drug test now I'ma flunk it
[?] shooting at the opps, bucket
Throwing racks in the bag, I'm Stephen
Ain't trippin' bout the [?], that's nothing
Brought the window down now I dump him
I love all my brothers, still bustin'
We the ones what shot up the function
Still goin' 'til day of my judgement
Ain't checkin' no test like fuck it
AR [?] like pumpkin
Six hundred just for a night
That candypaint gas pack bussin'