CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Angelic Anthem
Yeah, grrah
Yeah
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(We love you, Tecca)
Woah
Running that b*t*h like a track meet
I'm gon' f**k her right up in the backseat
Y'all in last, you cannot pass me
Once I win, I ain't coming last place
Lavish bad b*t*h, she be doing the most
f**k her real good, I be grabbing her throat
Now I got Balenci' right on the coat
It's been a lil' minute but I'm in my zone
I be right up, I'm the GOAT
Stacking these bands, I get it on the low
We finna pull up aiming out a scope
She wanna talk but I told that b*t*h hold up
Give me a minute, I'm getting my dough up
Sip too much lean, man, I think I might throw up
I was down bad but I had to just glow up
Yeah, yeah
Watch with thе diamonds, it's right on the wrist
I'm moving slow, b*t*h, I'm sipping on Triss
You talk down then you getting hit
Shе wanna f**k, I give her d**k
With the Angels and you know we lit
On my boots, man, I'm rocking the Ricks
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, pass me the lighter, bro)
We make him run like a track meet, uh
She give me brain in the backseat, huh
If you want the smoke, you can at me, uh
Red Converse with the khaki's, uh
That little boy broke and he not getting cash, that little boy not getting rackies, huh
I keep a stick in my pocket at all times, so you know I'm not lacking, huh
I feel like Tec 'cause I need me a grammy
She come to the crib and she took off her panties
Can't watch all this money, I need me a nanny
Got a white shooter, I think his name was Stanley
On my demon time, man, I might come for your family
Got a white girl, I think she off a Xanny
Tec sent the beat, me and Fazo, we ran it
And I know he mad 'cause his girlfriend be fanning
Ah, woah
We finna run that b*t*h like a track meet, uh
I'm gon' f**k her right up in the backseat
Y'all in last, you cannot pass me
Once I win, I ain't coming last place
Lavish bad b*t*h, she be doing the most
f**k her real good, I be grabbing her throat
Now I got Balenci' right on the coat
It's been a lil' minute but I'm in my zone
I be right up, I'm the GOAT
Stacking these bands, I get it on the low
We finna pull up aiming out a scope
She wanna talk but I told that b*t*h hold up
Give me a minute, I'm getting my dough up
Sip too much lean, man, I think I might throw up
I was down bad but I had to just glow up
Yeah
Ah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(We love you, Tecca)
Woah
Running that b*t*h like a track meet
I'm gon' f**k her right up in the backseat
Y'all in last, you cannot pass me
Once I win, I ain't coming last place
Lavish bad b*t*h, she be doing the most
f**k her real good, I be grabbing her throat
Now I got Balenci' right on the coat
It's been a lil' minute but I'm in my zone
I be right up, I'm the GOAT
Stacking these bands, I get it on the low
We finna pull up aiming out a scope
She wanna talk but I told that b*t*h hold up
Give me a minute, I'm getting my dough up
Sip too much lean, man, I think I might throw up
I was down bad but I had to just glow up
Yeah, yeah
Watch with thе diamonds, it's right on the wrist
I'm moving slow, b*t*h, I'm sipping on Triss
You talk down then you getting hit
Shе wanna f**k, I give her d**k
With the Angels and you know we lit
On my boots, man, I'm rocking the Ricks
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy, pass me the lighter, bro)
We make him run like a track meet, uh
She give me brain in the backseat, huh
If you want the smoke, you can at me, uh
Red Converse with the khaki's, uh
That little boy broke and he not getting cash, that little boy not getting rackies, huh
I keep a stick in my pocket at all times, so you know I'm not lacking, huh
I feel like Tec 'cause I need me a grammy
She come to the crib and she took off her panties
Can't watch all this money, I need me a nanny
Got a white shooter, I think his name was Stanley
On my demon time, man, I might come for your family
Got a white girl, I think she off a Xanny
Tec sent the beat, me and Fazo, we ran it
And I know he mad 'cause his girlfriend be fanning
Ah, woah
We finna run that b*t*h like a track meet, uh
I'm gon' f**k her right up in the backseat
Y'all in last, you cannot pass me
Once I win, I ain't coming last place
Lavish bad b*t*h, she be doing the most
f**k her real good, I be grabbing her throat
Now I got Balenci' right on the coat
It's been a lil' minute but I'm in my zone
I be right up, I'm the GOAT
Stacking these bands, I get it on the low
We finna pull up aiming out a scope
She wanna talk but I told that b*t*h hold up
Give me a minute, I'm getting my dough up
Sip too much lean, man, I think I might throw up
I was down bad but I had to just glow up
