[ Featuring Roddy Ricch ]
Pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne
(Bit! Bit!)
No hands ho
Skrt, ay
Danny, I see you
Ay
I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt)
Diamonds in my teeth, yeah, they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny)
Your bitch wanna f*ck 'cause she seen my brand new chain (Ice)
And she see I'm up and I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin')
I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs)
They be sellin' them drugs (Drugs)
The streets show me love (Love)
Yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a f*ck (f*ck)
So please don't run up (Up)
My hittas be in the cut (The cut)
Yeah
My diamonds shinin' big, these VVs (Yeah)
And my ex bitch watchin' me on TV
Young nigga had to trap it out and go and get it (Get it)
Bitch I bought that brand new Bentley, I ain't go in a rented (Skrt)
Ay, trap nigga, I'ma turn a two to four (Fall)
Ay, remember I was kickin' in doors (Doors, doors)
Ay, hoppin' on a PJ, got designer drip
Ay, if she flipped the digits, gotta buy her a whip
I was at a trap house when the Feds did a sweep (Did a sweep)
So I had to run them digits up, them racks on me (Get them racks on me)
So I can pull up in them projects in a brand new coupe
Roddy Richh, bitch I got rich off the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt)
Diamonds in my teeth, yeah they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny)
Your bitch wanna f*ck 'cause she seen my brand new chain (Ice)
And she see I'm mobbin', I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin')
I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs)
They be sellin' them drugs (Drugs)
The streets show me love (Love)
Yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a f*ck (f*ck)
So please don't run up (Up)
My hittas be in the cut (The cut)
Yeah
Huh, standin' on the block wit' a Glock (Brrt)
Even tho' I'm rich I still be plottin' on the opps (f*ck 'em)
Rather go, so I won't stop, get the drop
It's so all them pussy niggas six feet in a box (Block, block)
All my bitches bad, they like Givenchy and shit (Ooo)
All these VVS's, man, this shit cost a grip (Drippin')
Run up, you get done up, bitch, I empty the clip (Brrt)
Gucci wit' Balenci', bitch, I stay wit' the drip (Ay)
I just be poppin' them tags (Tags)
Ridin' around in a Jag (Skrt, skrt)
All of these haters so mad (Mad)
'Cause I'm havin' all of this cash (Cash)
Bitches, they on me, I brag (Brag)
Chasin', I'm chasin' the bag
In a whip, I haul ass
Two hundred all in the dash, bitch
I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt)
Diamonds in my teeth, yeah they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny)
Your bitch wanna f*ck 'cause she seen my brand new chain (Ice)
And she see I'm mobbin', I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin')
I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs)
They be sellin' them drugs (Drugs)
The streets show me love (Love)
Yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a f*ck (f*ck)
So please don't run up (Up)
My hittas be in the cut (The cut)
Yeah
