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[Intro]
(This shit a hit, Yoga)
This shit a hit, Yoga
Yeah, pew-pew, pew
Pew-pew
Bounce, ayy, bounce, ayy, bounce
Yoga Flame
Uh (Ayy), uh (Ayy), uh, uh, uh (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (What?), uh, I'ma fuck 'em, I fuck 'em (What?)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)
I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)
I just got head from a thot (Thot)
But I still want some more (Ayy)
Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean)
I just poured a four (Ayy)
Got a new Glock with a beam
Hollow tips shootin' through your door
More, more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I need more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I want

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, uh
Chopper gon' pick you up, uh
Smoking big 'Woods, stuffed
And I don't give no fucks
Got a new chain, uh
Made it out the rain, uh
Feel no pain, uh
Uh, uh, my fuck shit drive you crazy, uh
But you can't leave me, baby, uh
Tryna get a new Mercedes, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I just wanna pour a four
Yeah, I got a lot of guap
But I still want some more

[Chorus]
I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)
I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)
I just got head from a thot (Thot)
But I still want some more (Ayy)
Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean)
I just poured a four (Ayy)
Got a new Glock with a beam
Hollow tips shootin' through your door
More, more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I need more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I want

[Verse 2]
I got a new chopper, it's bustin'
I got a new bitch and she fuckin', uh, uh
I'm geekin', I'm pourin' up Wockhardt
I'd rather not sip on no 'Tussin, uh, uh
You know that I got it, it's on me right now
And I'm bustin' and that's no discussion
I think I see 12 and I got it on me, I can't go to jail
I'm in the, I'm in the trap, I got the dope, pass me the scale, yeah
I got, I got racks and pounds sendin' through the mail, ayy
I bust down my chain 'cause I wanna skate
I'm faded as fuck, I just poured an eight
I feel like the G.O.A.T, nigga, I'm great
And I got them racks, bitch, I'm straight
I fell in, I fell in love with my double cup
Ain't enough, ain't enough work, need to double up
I hit the, I hit the stu' and I fuck it up (Uh)
If niggas run up then that chopper go, uh
Get in that pussy, she screamin' like, "Ooh"
Turn to a, turn to a demon when I'm off juice
Too many, too many thots, I cannot choose
Beat up the, beat up the pot, give it a bruise

[Chorus]
I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)
I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)
I just got head from a thot (Thot)
But I still want some more (Ayy)
Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean)
I just poured a four (Ayy)
Got a new Glock with a beam
Hollow tips shootin' through your door
More, more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I need more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I want