numbers

we got london on da track

you mad

nigga

your adrenaline rushin'

it feel like a bus

but i'm whippin' the wraith

got my head to the ceiling

want me in my feelings

only got me feelin' a way

i ain't sayin' i'm addicted

adderall prescripted

fuck it 'cause i don't feel the pain

let a nigga touch my chain

fuck it

nigga

kill him

fuck it

they can take me away

i got my dawgs in this bitch

i know they gon' shoot shit up

and my lil' brother turned to a drummer

walked him outside

now he got the llama

i took that maybach where the j's at

tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

all my niggas know run up them numbers

fuck it

run up them numbers

run up them numbers

okc

you don't want no thunder

the old tracy mcgrady

the one

okc

you don't want no thunder

yeah

christian the sweater

okay

christian dior the sweater

the double r came with the umbrella

when i put the hoodie on

it get realer

yeah

put a hundred thousand in my prada jeans

got some little homies

got some prodigies

and i spent five hundred on prada tees

made it out the projects

poppin' overseas

shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat

i make some calls

you can't cop the fleet

gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

you mad

nigga

your adrenaline rushin'

it feel like a bus

but i'm whippin' the wraith

got my head to the ceiling

want me in my feelings

only got me feelin' a way

i ain't sayin' i'm addicted

adderall prescripted

fuck it 'cause i don't feel the pain

let a nigga touch my chain

fuck it

nigga

kill him

fuck it

they can take me away

i got my dawgs in this bitch

i know they gon' shoot shit up

and my lil' brother turned to a drummer

walked him outside

now he got the llama

i took that maybach where the j's at

tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

all my niggas know run up them numbers

fuck it

run up them numbers

fuck it

i ran up the numbers

piped up like a plumber

and sold all the bundles

i paid off the debt to your honor

and went got some commas and commas and commas

you let it get to your head

yeah

i remember when you was a runner

i heard you got snatched by the feds

yeah

say you willin' to tell 'em whatever

{i still be killin' in projects

even though i been runnin' them numbers up

they used to tell me i'm not next

i'm like look at me now

i'm in front of them

and i just hope you never set me up

my lifestyle too irregular

and i don't know how i'ma trust again

i swear}

audemars might fuck up your eyes

yeah

i bust down a piece of the pie

yeah

i wanna speed off in the car

yeah

i got a cup full of hi-tech

have a pool party with the posse

we be the talk of the topic

these fuck niggas don't where the drop at

they won't want us ridin' in the drophead

and he mad that my bitch got a masi'

you mad

nigga

your adrenaline rushin'

it feel like a bus

but i'm whippin' the wraith

got my head to the ceiling

want me in my feelings

only got me feelin' a way

i ain't sayin' i'm addicted

adderall prescripted

fuck it 'cause i don't feel the pain

let a nigga touch my chain

fuck it

nigga

kill him

fuck it

they can take me away

i got my dawgs in this bitch

i know they gon' shoot shit up

and my lil' brother turned to a drummer

walked him outside

now he got the llama

i took the maybach where the j's at

tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

all my niggas know run up them numbers

fuck it

run up them numbers