Crash Out

Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar Hope I don't f*ck 'roun and crash out Boy, I could walk in the boa Call a teller by her name and then cash out Tryna look good for the internet She must be feelin' herself 'cuz her pants got the ass out Nicknamed the AMG pasta It's crazy, the inside like noodles, it's red on the outside Boy I just put that shit on Boy I just put that shit on And they know I just put that shit on All these kids wanna sound just like me 'Cuz they know I just put that shit on You can't reach me, stop callin' my phone Get so geek'd, I'm exceedin' my zone Pool so big man it came wit' a home, it's crazy but it's true I don't care 'bout the clout man it came wit' this shit I want racks, what's some fame finna do? You can pose wit' that shit but you not finna shoot Push up boy, what you ain't finna do You can't walk in my shoes, 'cuz everytime that I just step you see paint It's a Margiela clue I walk backwards, turn shit to a Margiela moon (I moonwalk) My next crib'll prolly have Margiela room (Damn) That shit finna come wit' like 3 different pools Shit finna come wit' like 3 different heli's (3 of 'em) Shit finna come wit' like 3 different 'tellys (3 of 'em) I just be tellin' y'all everything, f*ck it, to hell wit' it Don't got to tuck it, I'll send you to hell with it Za only room you can tell by the smell of it Back of the Bentley prolly fit an elephant Reclinin' my seat because she said she was celibate I just came from Saks Fifth, I don't know what I bought or the cost I don't care bout an estimate Everyday I just preach to these kids, I just give them a testament Everyday of my life like a movie boy, you just an extra in it (Swear I'm not lyin) Bangin' this bih like an instrument I never been cupid, I never been sweet You cannot get no love or no sentiment (Swear I'm not lyin') Tell that kid upgrade his drip, we left Vlone in 2018, get some Vetements Nah, I can't stand these niggas like confederate Hate is a damn disease and they be spreadin' it Ain't enter my prime but I'm still in my element I ain't racist, but I'm workin' hard like a mexican Won't enough in the backwood, I put extra in Yeah, the Hellcat feel like a nascar, hope I don't f*ck 'roun and crash out Boy, I could walk in the boa Call a teller by her name and then cash out (Yeah) Tryna look good for the internet she must be feelin' herself 'cuz her pants got the ass out Nicknamed the AMG pasta, it's crazy the inside like noodles, it's red on the outside Boy I just put that shit on Boy I just put that shit on (Gah damn) And they know I just put that shit on All these kids wanna sound just like me 'Cuz they know I just put that shit on You can't reach me, stop callin' my phone Got so geek'd, I'm exceedin' my zone Pool so big man it came wit' a home, it's crazy but it's true