Steve Kur

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Hop in that (Ha) Hellcat (Hellcat)
Rackades (Racks), double that (Yeah)
'Bout five hundred for the shirt (Big racks)
I don't even care about her (Facts)
Make her look bad, go to work (Yeah)
Pop out, my money gon' twerk (Yeah)
Cool 10K for the verse (Gang)
Sike, nah, bitch, I ain't doin' no verse (Yeah)
All on my page they lurk (Yeah)
I was locked in, tryna get me a Birkin (Yeah)
Gimme that, gimme that (Ha)
Gimme that (Bitch), gimme that bag
Off that drink, nigga finna relapse (Nigga finna rela—)
I'm in the H and I'm tryna get high (Yeah)
I'm feeling low and I don't get tired
How in the fuck I'm geeked up now? (Yeesh)
Put him on the frontline, what he 'bout? (Yeesh)
Told a bitch, "Slime," like, what he 'bout? (Yeesh)
She on the hotline, straight to my house (Yeah)
Deep in the bed, I'm layin' shit down (Yeah)
Whole lotta white money, feelin' like Steve Kerr (Yeah)
Want my money? Nigga finna get murked
Push in that ride (Yeesh)
She in the front yellin', "Oh my god" (Yeah)
Lil' shawty be quiet (Shh)
On the high-speed, can't waste no time (Yeah)
Geeked up, I'm fried
Three hundred on the dash, I'm pushin' by
Gang say, "Damn, boy, you lost your motherfuckin' mind"

[Verse]
Woke up with the racks
Thanks-thanks to the most high (Yeah)
I put hella cash on her ass, tell her, "Get right"
Don't worry 'bout my bag, nigga, I'ma take mine
Bim' pushin' like The Flash, goin' fast all night

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Hop in that (Ha) Hellcat (Hellcat)
Rackades (Racks), double that (Yeah)
'Bout five hundred for the shirt (Big racks)
I don't even care about her (Facts)
Make her look bad, go to work (Yeah)
Pop out, my money gon' twerk (Yeah)
Cool 10K for the verse (Gang)
Sike, nah, bitch, I ain't doin' no verse (Yeah)
All on my page they lurk (Yeah)
I was locked in, tryna get me a Birkin (Yeah)
Gimme that, gimme that (Ha)
Gimme that (Bitch), gimme that bag
Off that drink, nigga finna relapse (Nigga finna rela—)
I'm in the H and I'm tryna get high (Yeah)
I'm feeling low and I don't get tired
How in the fuck I'm geeked up now? (Yeesh)
Put him on the frontline, what he 'bout? (Yeesh)
Told a bitch, "Slime," like, what he 'bout? (Yeesh)
She on the hotline, straight to my house (Yeah)
Deep in the bed, I'm layin' shit down (Yeah)
Whole lotta white money, feelin' like Steve Kerr (Yeah)
Want my money? Nigga finna get murked
Push in that ride (Yeesh)
She in the front yellin', "Oh my god" (Yeah)
Lil' shawty be quiet (Shh)
On the high-speed, can't waste no time (Yeah)
Geeked up, I'm fried (Fried)
Three hundred on the dash, I'm pushin' by
Gang say, "Damn, boy, you lost your motherfuckin' mind"