Senses lyrics

[Chorus]
Probably gon' cop a lil’ Lambo', uh
Probably gon' chop off the ceiling, yeah
Baby, tell me how you feelin’, yeah-yeah
Probably gon' make me a million, ayy
I ran it up for my children, ayy
You talkin' down, we gon' kill you, oh my God
Yeah, hop in a Bentley, no lease, it ain't rented
My b*tch in Fenty, goddamn
f*ck what your friends say
You actin' friendly, hit me when you come to your senses
Yeah, let's go

[Verse]
Amiri too hot like heater
Cut a b*tch off, don't need her
Trackhawk movin’ too fast like cheetah
Smokin’ on strong, yeah, smokin' sativa
That’s ya lil' b*tch, best pray I don't meet her
Friend gotta stay bae, this a two-seater
Lame-ass n*gga, yeah, that boy a lil' creepеr
Kickin’ sh*t down, look some like FIFA
Kickin' sh*t down
Kickin' sh*t down look some likе Messi
Talkin' 'bout racks, boy, I got plenty
I put on Prada, my b*tch got Fendi, yeah, woah
Bon appetit, gave your b*tch a treat, she eat up the meat
Ridin' with me, slidin' with me, you dyin' with me
[Bridge]
Stayin' out with my gang, don't know new friends, no-no
Hop in a Lamb', don't f*ck with the Benz, no-no-no
Need me a milli', I don't f*ck with no bag, no-no
It's kinda chilly, might fly out to France, yeah

[Chorus]
Go, probably gon' cop a lil' Lambo', uh
Probably gon' chop off the ceiling, yeah
Baby, tell me how you feelin', yeah-yeah
Probably gon' make me a million, ayy
I ran it up for my children, ayy
You talkin' down, we gon' kill you, oh my God
Yeah, hop in a Bentley, no lease, it ain't rented
My b*tch in Fenty, goddamn
f*ck what your friends say
You actin' friendly, hit me when you come to your senses
Yeah, let's go