Ferrari Music lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, damn
Y’all see what I’m sayin like, crazy man
Damn my muf*ckin’ phone (Argh), what the f*ck?
Okay, okay, okay
(30 you a motherf*ckin' fool, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Unh, I got a bad b*tch with a fat wrist and a love for Sacs-Fifth (Okay)
I do the drift, on some new tires, turn them b*tches to past tense (Bee)
I got a crib, with other’ crib, so then acres are gated fence (Yeah)
Yes, I know I’m beautiful (Bee)
Too fly to work in a cubical (Bee)
I turn my choppas to birds and bees, that sh*t used to f*ck up on anyone (Yeah)
I’m with the starters, and got a few rounds, that’s cool, coulda load up the mini-gun
Quay’ got a Lamb, an Set’ got a Lamb, so f*ck it man I’m bout to get me one (Man)
Used to be brought up as Shannon’s son
Now he brought up as Boats his dad
Run up a check, I keep it correct, you might see Lil Boat in the lady’s ad (Yeah)
I bought a chain, it cost me a hunnit, I stunted an already made it back (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)
Nope, I didn’t have to take it back (Nope)
Nope, I didn’t have to trade it in (Nope)
I move around with my old b*tch (Yeah)
She reminisce about her Sega Gen’ (Facts)
I cannot stay at the Renaissance (No)
That sh*t got terrible ambiance (Skeet)
She like to f*ck on the camera (Skeet)
Actin’ like we got an audience
I let her sip a lil bit of this, she get to tweakin’ like Abigail (Bee)
Geekin’ up off of Adderall, she wanna go out to Panama (Bee)
[Chorus]
I don’t like all y’all n*gga, y’all can suck my di*k (Yeah)
Six, seven, hundred eight thousand, just to flood my wrist (Ice)
I don’t rent non of my whips, n*gga, I own my sh*t
Gotta be at least ten M’s up, you wanna bone my b*tch
All that pillow talkin’, gossipin’, that’s f*ck sh*t (Hoe)
All that di*k, wanna be boss talk, you don’t run sh*t (b*tch)
Suck my di*k n*gga, yeah, and ya moms, n*gga
Oh you want a lil smoke? Don’t got time, n*gga

[Verse 2]
Unh, got a boss b*tch, who talk sh*t and she don’t cost sh*t (Aye)
I got diamonds worth six figures and I don’t floss them (Ice)
I read comments in my Maybach, they said I lost it (What?)
I can’t tell by the way these white kids still mosh pit (Yeah, okay)
I’m ashamed, that lil chain you rock ain’t a thang (Facts, oh)
I got crip n*ggas, blood n*ggas, I don’t bang (Slatt, oh)
Ask a stripper b*tch her favorite weather, she said rain (Okay)
Made her kiss my rang (Kiss it), that’s an easy stain (Mwah, aye)

[Chorus]
I don’t like all y’all n*gga, y’all can suck my di*k (Yeah)
Six, seven, hundred eight thousand, just to flood my wrist (Ice)
I don’t rent non of my whips, n*gga, I own my sh*t
Gotta be at least ten M’s up, you wanna bone my b*tch
All that pillow talkin’, gossipin’, that’s f*ck sh*t (Hoe)
All that di*k, wanna be boss talk, you don’t run sh*t (b*tch)
Suck my di*k n*gga, yeah, and ya moms, n*gga
Oh you want a lil smoke? Don’t got time, n*gga
[Outro]
n*gga
(30 you a motherf*ckin' fool, n*gga)