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[Intro]
(This sh*t a hit, Yoga)
This sh*t a hit, Yoga
Yeah, pew-pew, pew
Pew-pew
Bounce, ayy, bounce, ayy, bounce
Yoga Flame
Uh (Ayy), uh (Ayy), uh, uh, uh (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (What?), uh, I'ma f*ck 'em, I f*ck 'em (What?)
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)
I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)
I just got head from a thot (Thot)
But I still want some more (Ayy)
Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean)
I just poured a four (Ayy)
Got a new Glock with a beam
Hollow tips shootin' through your door
More, more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I need more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I want
[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, ran it up, ran it up, ran it up, uh
Chopper gon' pick you up, uh
Smoking big 'Woods, stuffed
And I don't give no f*cks
Got a new chain, uh
Made it out the rain, uh
Feel no pain, uh
Uh, uh, my f*ck sh*t drive you crazy, uh
But you can't leave me, baby, uh
Tryna get a new Mercedes, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I just wanna pour a four
Yeah, I got a lot of guap
But I still want some more

[Chorus]
I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)
I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)
I just got head from a thot (Thot)
But I still want some more (Ayy)
Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean)
I just poured a four (Ayy)
Got a new Glock with a beam
Hollow tips shootin' through your door
More, more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I need more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I want
[Verse 2]
I got a new chopper, it's bustin'
I got a new b*tch and she f*ckin', uh, uh
I'm geekin', I'm pourin' up Wockhardt
I'd rather not sip on no 'Tussin, uh, uh
You know that I got it, it's on me right now
And I'm bustin' and that's no discussion
I think I see 12 and I got it on me, I can't go to jail
I'm in the, I'm in the trap, I got the dope, pass me the scale, yeah
I got, I got racks and pounds sendin' through the mail, ayy
I bust down my chain 'cause I wanna skate
I'm faded as f*ck, I just poured an eight
I feel like the G.O.A.T, n*gga, I'm great
And I got them racks, b*tch, I'm straight
I fell in, I fell in love with my double cup
Ain't enough, ain't enough work, need to double up
I hit the, I hit the stu' and I f*ck it up (Uh)
If n*ggas run up then that chopper go, uh
Get in that pus*y, she screamin' like, "Ooh"
Turn to a, turn to a demon when I'm off juice
Too many, too many thots, I cannot choose
Beat up the, beat up the pot, give it a bruise

[Chorus]
I just wanna go on tour (Ayy)
I just wanna be in the Forbes (Ayy)
I just got head from a thot (Thot)
But I still want some more (Ayy)
Can't stop sippin' that lean (Lean)
I just poured a four (Ayy)
Got a new Glock with a beam
Hollow tips shootin' through your door
More, more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I need more, more, more
I want more, more, more
I want