FIAT lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy
I'm 'bout to f*ck up the whole city, but I thought you should know
Cell phone DND, this di*k ain't free, my dividends low
Where the comma? Kamikaze, I go crazy for dough
Stupid ape, up in yo' venue, 'bout to f*ck up yo show
Ayy, b*tch, I'm bussin' out the Fiat, need my re-up, fo' sho'
f*ck that Louis Pro club hoodie, Fashion Week is a no
Ayy, I might slide just to flex, you's a flop with this sh*t
Got the whoadies in the whip, trunk stuff with the clip

[Verse]
Uh, Timmy T, that n*gga wishin' on a meal
Small talk from my family, they keep askin' 'bout my deal
I need feed my granny, f*ck yo' Grammy, I'm on tilt
I did this off-balance, 'cause my talent is so skilled (Uh)
Rollin' big body, I kick my foot through yo' door
I get to wavin' that semi, pack up that duffy with dough
Not a scratch on my Nina, my n*gga smokin' sativa
I turn the Mazda to Beamer, that b*tch is proof I don’t need her
I turned the booth to a steamer
Left the Neuman a fever
Me no sleepy, I'm wide open to f*ck up you divas
I got a feelin' that lotta n*ggas gon' try to deceive me
Me not trippin', got God with me, these preyers is schemin'
Drop that ass to the floor, mop it up, then I go
Left the crib with no ends, I came back brackin' with dough
Drop that ass to the floor, mop it up, then I go
Left the crib with no ends, I came back crackin' with more
[Chorus]
I'm 'bout to f*ck up the whole city, but I thought you should know
Cell phone, DND, this di*k ain't free, my dividends low
Where the comma? Kamikaze, I go crazy for dough
Stupid ape, up in yo' venue, 'bout to f*ck up yo show
Ayy, b*tch, I'm bussin' out the Fiat, need my re-up, fo' sho'
f*ck that Louis Pro club hoodie, Fashion Week is a no
Ayy, I might slide just to flex, you's a flop with this sh*t
Got the whoadies in the whip, trunk stuff with the clip