Ford lyrics

[Chorus]
All of my pounds, yeah, they green
You shouldn't come by me
I am the kumbayee
f*ckin' around, b*tch, this sh*t ain't complete
Uh, yeah, pulled up and got it, it's solar repeat
Ride 'round in a whip, this sh*t ain't Ford
I f*cked your b*tch, she a whore
Had enough of hittin' all of these scores

[Post-Chorus]
You think that fame is good? Well, it's not
f*cked up, f*cked up, drivin' to the north
Buyin' up the store, ayy, ayy
I had time to mature, so I went there I got it
Ride 'round in a whip, this sh*t ain't Ford
I f*cked your b*tch, she a whore
Had enough of hittin' all of these scores

[Verse 1]
Topping, poppin' it, she back down, she dropping it
Bend ovеr, lil' shawty, let me go slop the sh*t
Gеt money so much, that's why my pockets big, uh
They blastin' this, bopping this, I hope that you pop a perc
And go off to purgatory, parents were nursin', sorry
I had to grow up on my own, give a f*ck 'bout a loan
I learnt about sex when I was 9, childhood wasted, I'm not fine
I coulda played with toys, but I talked GT' 5
But all of them like it now, in a month they will see me drive
When I was 10, I faked depression, right now I need a therapy session
Used to joke about rape, didn't know the pressure
That people have to go through, I was only 7
And my life is f*cked, feels like a Glock-7
Aimin' at my head, as I c*ck 11
Bullets to my brain to forget sh*t, as I'm contemplating 'bout a next hit
This my next sh*t, I'm eatin' these rappers for breakfast, uh
[Chorus]
All of my pounds, yeah, they green
You shouldn't come by me
I am the kumbayee
f*ckin' around, b*tch, this sh*t ain't complete
Uh, yeah, pulled up and got it, it's solar repeat
Ride 'round in a whip, this sh*t ain't Ford
I f*cked your b*tch, she a whore
Had enough of hittin' all of these scores

[Segue]
Hittin' all these scores, yeah, hitting all these scores
I f*cked on your b*tch, she a ho
Cops be askin' what I know
All I know is I drive in a Ford

[Verse 2]
Yeah, all the f*ck I know is that I drive in a Ford, ayy
I gave the grains to my bros, ayy (I gave the grains to my bros)
I gave the grave to my hoes, ayy (I gave the grains to my hoes)
I can't explain the whole entire show to all of the rows
But what I can say is though, don't f*ck around and get arrested
Your brothers gonna free you, crime infested
Faithful to all of my hoes, which one shall I buy a necklace?
Whichever one gets my respect first, ayy
Strapped to my toes in Tommy Hilfiger
Exploding at shows, man, I'm getting bigger
I just made six figures, bigger than DaBaby, kid sitter
[Post-Chorus]
You think that fame is good? Well, it's not
f*cked up, f*cked up, drivin' to the north
Buyin' up the store, ayy, ayy
I had time to mature, so I went there I got it
Ride 'round in a whip, this sh*t ain't Ford
I f*cked your b*tch, she a whore
Had enough of hittin' all of these scores
It's a Ford, it's all I can afford