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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Okay, Karlae Yeah (Shit hard, dawg) Yeah (I'm tellin' ya) Keed talk to 'em Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah Spittin' this shit like a dragon Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go) Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah Love I got for you so real, yeah Just know these choppers kill We chop up your main main man Yeah, I'm a real changed man In the coupe road ragin' Yeah, I got my heart racin' I get in that pussy, hoo, hoo Letras de cancionesIt got my heart racin' (Heart racin') Hellcat, Demon, Trackhawk, can't wait to race it, yeah (Can't wait to race it) Yeah, the Bentley truck, no, we not gon' race it, yeah, yeah (Not gon' race it) We stood the block, beat it up like the '80s, yeah, yeah (Like '80s) Driving a Range Rover in the rain (Rain) Now you understand what I'm sayin' Spent thirty racks on this chain (What?) Slatt shit is on the chain (What?) She take dick, she take the pain, yeah Can't run up no bando, they ankle must sprain, yeah Rose gold twin chains on me, yeah, bitches like the bling Please don't speak on my name Yeah, these choppers like to sing Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah Spittin' this shit like a dragon Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah Love I got for you so real, yeah Just know these choppers kill Okay, Karlae They know, got slime to smash your tater Yeah, they tryna throw me on Shade Room, shit, I can't wait to shade 'em (Haha) Yeah, yeah, Maybach whippin' Off-White like mashed potatoes (Whip, whip) Then I'ma go 'head and space 'em (Whip) Rock your lil' world like a cradle (Baby) Ayy, we in a Batman coupe, shit look like it just came in the cave Chain on me freezing, yeah, it done came out the freezer No, I'm not begging, no, I'm not pleading, I become a cheater Yeah, I got spots on this drip, dawg, like a fuckin' cheetah Yeah, what your neck readin'? Yeah, y'all some broke bum hoes Yeah, I'm bossin', overeatin' at the Ride a wave like a Banshee I spend a whole lot of thousands, yeah, the money expanding (Money) All the sneak dissing, I'll stretch you hoes out just like an extension Yeah, yeah Yeah, she wanna get higher and higher Spend racks on my bitch, yeah, we get flier Whole lot of Backwoods, I don't have a lighter Karlae got Off-White, just check the attire And I got on Reebok Classics, yeah Brand new rock wrapped in the plastic, yeah Spittin' this shit like a dragon Bite on her ear like I'm Tyson, yeah Yeah, yeah, she get creamy like Mayfield, yeah I get some millions, you know how that feel, yeah Love I got for you so real, yeah Just know these choppers kill From Letras Mania