Fidget lyrics

[Intro: Supa Hot Fire Sample & Left Brain]
I broke up with my ex-girl
Riding new sh*t, rims spinning
I broke up with my ex-girl
Riding new sh*t, rims spinning like a fidget

[Chorus: Left Brain]
Riding new sh*t, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super frigid
Stupid ass b*tch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number (Sike!)
Riding new sh*t, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super frigid
Stupid ass b*tch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number

[Verse 1: Left Brain]
You like some broke headphones, only one side work
Right side, left side, she make both sides twerk
[?] Left Brain, b*tch you know my worth
I got money in the bank, b*tch you know I'm a flirt
And I just broke up with my ex so I'm going berzerk
And I just copped the brand new Lex, you know I'm gon' skrrt
Yellow bone in the passenger seat, she wearing a skirt
She suck my di*k on the freeway made me crash in the dirt
Cause I got big belts on me like Texas
All my n*ggas with me and they're wreckless
Everything checked off of my checklist
And I got all my side b*tches on the guest list
[Interlude: Supa Hot Fire]
I broke up with my ex-girl
I broke up with my ex-girl
Here's her number
Sike, that's the wrong number

[Chorus: Left Brain]
Riding new sh*t, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass b*tch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number (Sike!)

[Verse 2: Go Dreamer]
Look you didn't want me and I didn't want you
You say that I cheated, girl that is not true
You say the lying, I saw you at Whole Foods
You think that you sick huh, you think that you're so cool
See I'm over it, over it, over it, please get over it
See I was so selfish, I didn't mean to hurt the b*tch
I was playing fastball, I didn't mean to curve the b*tch
See I was just drifting, I didn't mean to swerve the b*tch
New whip, new phone, who dis
Big bank, big steak, big chips
Big bag, big wife, big di*k
Big weight, big chain, big sh*t
Let's go
[Chorus: Left Brain]
Riding new sh*t, rims spinning like a fidget
New chains on, real cold super fridgid
Stupid ass b*tch only gave her six digits
You want my phone number, well here's the wrong number (Sike!)