[Chorus]
Eh ou
You driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na
[Verse 1]
Eh ou
Feel Like the man in the suit
Off white that’s right on my shoes
Or I might switch to the loubs
Eh Ou
I might just f*ck on your boo
Gorillas with me like the zoo
She wanna see me come through
I drive in foreign
I caught a case
Matter fact I caught two
I called my lawyer
I payed him triple
You know he came through
I cannot show ya
Look at this cash
And you know what it do
I’ll never love ya
But if she Bad
Imma do what I do
You selling sh*t by the pack
I’m selling sh*t by the pod
I made a stack
I’mma put all that on god
And I cannot love no thot
And I cannot love no b*tch
Told them get off of my di*k
I make the money do flips
Hit then I dip
Vuitton on me make it drip
Got a jet ski on my wrist
Ain’t surprised if they want me
I ain’t ever have to catch a body
But if I did it would get ugly
Thats why these shooters all around me
I got a whole lotta sh*t
And I blame it on the money
Cuban on me keep it lit
Knew I made it when they saw me
[Chorus]
Eh ou
You driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na
Eh ou
You driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na
[Verse 2]
I ain’t love her from the start sh*t is just a game
And They hate how I play it
I was there when it was dark but now I’m moving up
And ain’t nobody say sh*t
How’d She know I’d break her heart she ran out of luck
I dipped her she basic
Rap on it make it art if she ain’t wanna f*ck
Then Don’t act like u take it
Sean call the plug he gon put me on now I’m getting payed for the shows
She gon eat it up but I can’t wife her up
I’m never loving no basic hoe
Now I’m coming up if you ain’t f*ck with us
You mad this ain’t done before
See me fashioned up gucci Louis stuff
Kenzo on me got the tiger top
Dip off the scene in givenchy
U see the dogs I got plenty
Foreign car not for renting
Boujie b*tch and she tempting
She want the follow accepting
I ain’t gon follow she venting
She tryna follow my songs
She want the lyrics I sent them
[Chorus]
Eh ou
U driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na
Eh ou
U driving slow I drive fast
Na na
Eh ou
You way behind I go past
Na na
Eh ou
Tryna stop me hit the dash
Nana
Eh ou
Feel like the man in the suit
Na na