(Run That Back, Turbo)
(Wheezy Outta Here)
Uh, everyday I stand tall, Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers
Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw, opp's, chop a nigga just because
Swerve, road rage, hit the curb, ayy
Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy, pop wheelies, pop Perc's, ayy
I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy
Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me
She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me"
Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing
Well, I fell in love with the bank, hell, I fell in love with my Wraith, yeah
I fell in love with the Perc's, yeah, you could see it all over my face
Well, I fell in love with the Margiela, got expensive taste, yeah
Plus I keep a K, yeah (Blaow, blaow, blaow), treat your block like a gun range, (Blaow), split heads
Shot him in his shit, now his bitch give me head (Yeah)
If I go broke, then it's back totin' poles, running in niggas houses, like, "Give me the bread"
I'm up a couple of million, yeah (Oh, yeah), more like several of million, yeah (Ye-, oh, yeah)
Plus, I made three mil' in a year, It was more like a month, had to make this shit clear
Uh, everyday I stand tall, Raf, Phillip Lim on the drawers
Blast, choppa hit him in his jaw, opp's, chop a nigga just because
Swerve, road rage, hit the curb, ayy
Dirt bikes, no dirt, ayy, pop wheelies, pop Perc's, ayy
I'm a rockstar, go berserk, ayy
Told that lil' bitch come and swerve on me
She screamin', "Daddy, come and splurge on me"
Yeah, funny how you mentioned and not gettin' a damn thing