Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Lotta smoke, we got that shit poppin'
Drink too much, she started fallin'
She got freaky head to the bottom
With the drinks, got it real flawless
The way we livin', you think that is lawless
You think it's scripted, but I pulled it out my pocket
They don't know what hit him, tell 'em who the boss is
I'ma say whatever, don't care if it's out of pocket
Choppas hittin' bass like an anthem
In a Ghost movin' like a Phantom
Rockin' all night in L.A. mansion
Bless the bad bitch with a nitery
Yuh, in my white tee, sippin' on my Hi-C
All the fans and all the ragers, they keep trynna hype me
The other hand, all the haters they keep trynna fight me
Talk to me nicely, no this ain't no Spike Lee
F*ck DL, f*ck KK, f*ck AM, we don't need them
Pull up on you in a GT
We don't take L's, we just make M's
Ride or die with my day ones, nah we don't need no new friends
I'ma run up on you like a track race
If they're not with us, then we hate them
Please don't get near anyone of us
We gon' stay feeding, we can't get enough
They try to hold us down, oh I wonder why
But we going to go up, yeah we gon' fly high
We finna-
Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Purple rain on me like I'm Future
Slide on your crew with some shooters
Fakes look at us like the viewers
Pretend like we some sort of boozer
I'll come slide through with some margarita
My ice on our neck could come and freeze ya
Spice up lil' bitch with some paprika
Tequila turnt her to a ballerina
Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Lotta smoke, we got that shit poppin'
Drink too much, she started fallin'
She got freaky head to the bottom
With the drinks, got it real flawless
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Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Lotta smoke, we got that shit poppin'
Drink too much, she started fallin'
She got freaky head to the bottom
With the drinks, got it real flawless
The way we livin', you think that is lawless
You think it's scripted, but I pulled it out my pocket
They don't know what hit him, tell 'em who the boss is
I'ma say whatever, don't care if it's out of pocket
Choppas hittin' bass like an anthem
In a Ghost movin' like a Phantom
Rockin' all night in L.A. mansion
Bless the bad bitch with a nitery
Yuh, in my white tee, sippin' on my Hi-C
All the fans and all the ragers, they keep trynna hype me
The other hand, all the haters they keep trynna fight me
Talk to me nicely, no this ain't no Spike Lee
F*ck DL, f*ck KK, f*ck AM, we don't need them
Pull up on you in a GT
We don't take L's, we just make M's
Ride or die with my day ones, nah we don't need no new friends
I'ma run up on you like a track race
If they're not with us, then we hate them
Please don't get near anyone of us
We gon' stay feeding, we can't get enough
They try to hold us down, oh I wonder why
But we going to go up, yeah we gon' fly high
We finna-
Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Purple rain on me like I'm Future
Slide on your crew with some shooters
Fakes look at us like the viewers
Pretend like we some sort of boozer
I'll come slide through with some margarita
My ice on our neck could come and freeze ya
Spice up lil' bitch with some paprika
Tequila turnt her to a ballerina
Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Lotta smoke, we got that shit poppin'
Drink too much, she started fallin'
She got freaky head to the bottom
With the drinks, got it real flawless
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Lotta smoke, we got that shit poppin'
Drink too much, she started fallin'
She got freaky head to the bottom
With the drinks, got it real flawless
The way we livin', you think that is lawless
You think it's scripted, but I pulled it out my pocket
They don't know what hit him, tell 'em who the boss is
I'ma say whatever, don't care if it's out of pocket
Choppas hittin' bass like an anthem
In a Ghost movin' like a Phantom
Rockin' all night in L.A. mansion
Bless the bad bitch with a nitery
Yuh, in my white tee, sippin' on my Hi-C
All the fans and all the ragers, they keep trynna hype me
The other hand, all the haters they keep trynna fight me
Talk to me nicely, no this ain't no Spike Lee
F*ck DL, f*ck KK, f*ck AM, we don't need them
Pull up on you in a GT
We don't take L's, we just make M's
Ride or die with my day ones, nah we don't need no new friends
I'ma run up on you like a track race
If they're not with us, then we hate them
Please don't get near anyone of us
We gon' stay feeding, we can't get enough
They try to hold us down, oh I wonder why
But we going to go up, yeah we gon' fly high
We finna-
Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Purple rain on me like I'm Future
Slide on your crew with some shooters
Fakes look at us like the viewers
Pretend like we some sort of boozer
I'll come slide through with some margarita
My ice on our neck could come and freeze ya
Spice up lil' bitch with some paprika
Tequila turnt her to a ballerina
Blast off like NASA with the rocket
Steppin' like Jack Harlow, "What's poppin'"
Ice got me drippin' like a faucet
Flyin' so high I can't see the bottom
Lotta smoke, we got that shit poppin'
Drink too much, she started fallin'
She got freaky head to the bottom
With the drinks, got it real flawless
Writer: Asad R., Moh S.
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