Intro lyrics

[Intro]
Coastal run it back bro
Pluto got it knocking, y—

[Verse]
Ran this sh*t up in some backwoods
I know that we is forever paid
Never made excuses, I made a way
Never give a f*ck what executives say, but I listen anyway
Got my checks straight, got my b*tch slayed
Got my dogs right, that's the only way
Got the Panamera outside, Nardo Grey
I got more guap than my plays, what can y'all say
I took a lil switch out the coupe
Lil shawty work just like we do
She tryna get high off the boot
I told her let's go to the moon
I said f*ck it let's go to the room
She know what that mean
She know what I do
With these ho's I got nothing to provе
Bieber [?] she wеt
Squirt, fast as a jet
Went *crr* *prrt* a check
Don't want the legs I want neck
I'm tryna slide in that new Corvette
I'm getting high, finna leave orbit
Why you tryna watch and that's not your b*tch
Watch all froze and this b*tch don't tip
[?] and they screaming out ten
Watch a ho' not slide in that b*tch
Racks packed up just for my kid
Spilled my cup and I'm still in there lit
I don't just want you, I want you and all your friends
No scripted, leave it open just for all my meds
Just turned to my partner 'cause we all go ham
[?] on the body, thanking God it ain't jail (Pluto got it knocking, y—)
Ears two-toned not ice cream
I was on the phone with a lightskin b*tch
Just got rich but I like this sh*t
Rake up lil racks lightning quick
Had to [?] my likeliness
Come get your b*tch 'cause she like this di*k
pus*y so wet [?]
pus*y so wet and she flyin' in
Don't hit my cup to mix that sh*t
I was in the event with some Diplo sh*t
How you cryin' bouta b*tch, you a basic lil b*tch
Teeth so big, I ain't missing sh*t
Walk in the bank and I'm adding some money
Blue strip, blue strip, it ain't nothing
No percs but these [?] all stunning
And that Trackhawk doing a hundred
Hellcat my way with the money
Pop perc, perc, perc, I'm a junkie
Said it's up with the gang then run it
We put the smoke on the floor then stomp it
Take a drug test now I'ma flunk it
[?] shooting at the opps, bucket
Throwing racks in the bag, I'm Stephen
Ain't trippin' bout the [?], that's nothing
Brought the window down now I dump him
I love all my brothers, still bustin'
We the ones what shot up the function
Still goin' 'til day of my judgement
Ain't checkin' no test like f*ck it
AR [?] like pumpkin
Six hundred just for a night
That candypaint gas pack bussin'