FIFA lyrics

[Intro: Mak Suace]
I told KayCyy let's hop on a [?]
I got them [?]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
I told KayCyy let's hop on

[Verse 1: Mak Sacue]
Told KayCyy let's cheat
[?] coupe with no tint, let's slide
30 racks up then I trip, might die
40 on rim, got money my side yeah
Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got a AP plain jane, got them diamonds in
I told a bad b*tch she petite
Put diamonds on her, make her bling
Just send me 30 racks and some codeine
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh
Dropping out like I don't see
b*tch got a leash on, it hit her knee
Paid a big B and a big P
Scooped up [?] in a GT
Dropped 30 racks, can't see [?]
n*gga on fleek, diamonds on fleek ah
Sipping on [?], got a [?] named Kiki like a [?] and a [?]
Big momma, big b*tches, SRT
Walk, them b*tches on me
Play [?]
Froze Cuban links, diamonds dancing in my Jesus piece
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh
[Verse 2: KayCyy]
Take my b*tchеs to Cuba, let's link
Came a long way from not having sh*t
Met comе, let's go with the hits
Kyrie, Lebron I'm nice with the sh*t
I'm fed on my bone, cause I know she do di*k
Muhammed Ali we ain't talking bout fits
Muhammed Ali, man I swear on 6
Every time we in town, we smoking on p*ss
Yeah, I won't do flights, but I will send you a lift, get out
I turn a whole lot to a little, I'm right now
Where your respect, play with the keys, Alicia
[?] run up a [?]
Lights on, ceaser, mac sauce, freezer
Geeked up, geek up, kicking the door FIFA
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah