Ferrari Music

Damn, damn
Y’all see what I’m sayin like, crazy man
Damn my mufuckin’ phone
(Argh) , what the fuck? Okay, okay, okay
(30 you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)

Unh, I got a bad bitch with a
Fat wrist and a love for Sacs-Fifth (Okay)
I do the drift, on some new tires
Turn them bitches to past tense (Bee)
I got a crib, with other’ crib
So then acres are gated fence (yeah)
Yes, I know I’m beautiful (Bee)
Too fly to work in a cubical (Bee)
I turn my choppas to birds and bees
That shit used to fuck up on anyone (yeah)
I’m with the starters, and got
A few rounds, that’s cool
Coulda load up the mini-gun
Quay’ got a Lamb, an Set’ got a Lamb
So fuck it man I’m bout to get me one (Man)
Used to be brought up as Shannon’s son
Now he brought up as Boats his dad
Run up a check, I keep it correct
You might see Lil Boat in the lady’s ad
(yeah)
I bought a chain, it cost me a hunnit
I stunted an already made it back
(Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Nope, I didn’t have to take it back (Nope)
Nope, I didn’t have to trade it in (Nope)
I move around with my old bitch (yeah)
She reminisce about her Sega Gen’ (Facts)
I cannot stay at the Renaissance (No)
That shit got terrible ambiance (Skeet)
She like to fuck on the camera (Skeet)
Actin’ like we got an audience
I let her sip a lil bit of this
She get to tweakin’ like Abigail (Bee)
Geekin’ up off of Adderall
She wanna go out to Panama (Bee)

I don’t like all y’all nigga
Y’all can suck my dick (yeah)
Six, seven, hundred eight thousand
Just to flood my wrist (Ice)
I don’t rent non of my whips, nigga
I own my shit gotta be at least ten M’s up
You wanna bone my bitch
All that pillow talkin’, gossipin’
That’s fuck shit (Hoe)
All that dick, wanna be boss talk
You don’t run shit (Bitch)
Suck my dick nigga, yeah, and ya moms, nigga
Oh you want a lil smoke? Don’t got time
Nigga

Unh, got a boss bitch
Who talk shit and she don’t cost shit (Aye)
I got diamonds worth six figures
And I don’t floss them (Ice)
I read comments in my Maybach
They said I lost it (What?)
I can’t tell by the way these
White kids still mosh pit (yeah, okay)
I’m ashamed
That lil chain you rock ain’t a thang
(Facts, oh)
I got crip niggas, blood niggas, I don’t bang
(Slatt, oh)
Ask a stripper bitch her favorite weather
She said rain (Okay)
Made her kiss my rang
(Kiss it) , that’s an easy stain (Mwah, aye)

I don’t like all y’all nigga
Y’all can suck my dick (yeah)
Six, seven, hundred eight thousand
Just to flood my wrist (Ice)
I don’t rent non of my whips, nigga
I own my shit gotta be at least ten M’s up
You wanna bone my bitch
All that pillow talkin’, gossipin’
That’s fuck shit (Hoe)
All that dick, wanna be boss talk
You don’t run shit (Bitch)
Suck my dick nigga, yeah, and ya moms, nigga
Oh you want a lil smoke? Don’t got time
Nigga

Nigga (30 you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga)