She said, "Give me a tall boy I been working too long, boy Yeah, and what's a gal gotta do to get some booze? And y'all call this a bar, boy?" Oh, come on He said, "Give me a tall boy I need something stronger, yeah Oh, what's a guy gotta do to get some booze? And y'all call this a bar, boy?" She skrrt off in that Chevy, it go vroom, what's a light? She don't want no foreign, that shit played, not her type 5'0 but she 5'6 in them boots, what's a height? Thought we was in Texas, open carry, wanna fight? Don't need a shooter 'cause her daddy taught her how to take a life Pull it out and they freeze her This shit got heated quick like goddamn shawty ease up Careful who you beefin' with Old girl brought demons in (ok) You cannot reason with They are on some evil shit She said, "Give me a tall boy I been working too long, boy Yeah, and what's a gal gotta do to get some booze? And y'all call this a bar, boy?" Oh, come on He said, "Give me a tall boy I need something stronger, yeah Hey, and what's a guy gotta do to get some booze? And y'all call this a bar, boy?" Oh, come on Oy, yeah, we keep a couple Winchesters for a cop The shit you drivin' dropped the value when you drove it off the lot My shit did not, I'm in a 350 V8, whoa Swervin' down the freeway Copped it like it was my bday Bitch, we party on the weekday Shorties takin' off they tops, ay That's my type of content We walk in, get it jumpin' They like, "Them boys up to somethin'" Bust it, Wrangler on my pocket, I just do it, I'm not with the talkin' Opps plottin', when it comes to shootin' my man Davy Crockett Give me a tall boy I been working too long, boy Yeah, and what's a gal gotta do to get some booze? And y'all call this a bar, boy? Oh, come on He said, "Give me a tall boy, yeah I need something stronger, ay And what's a guy gotta do to get some booze? And y'all call this a bar, boy?" (Oh, come on) Ay, give me a tall boy Tell me what I gotta do for some booze (Give me a tall boy) Ay, she said what she gotta do for some booze?

Grr Grr Ayy, snakes, searchin', lurkin' (uh) Creep up from behind, you better ask, is it worth it? Pull up with some 30s, he won't see his thirties Chick-Fil-A styrofoam cup full of dirty (okay) Ayy, snakes, searchin', lurkin' 'Fore you cross the line, better ask, is it worth it? Got some shooters out in Brooklyn, shake you up like Kyrie Irving They gon' pull it from the line every time, they ain't nervous And one thing is for certain My gaucho, he gon' ride, and I'm thankful for his service Yeah, he cried when he saw that backend, told him that he earned it She said, "Let's go get a bag," she ain't talking 'bout no Birkin So, you can't hit our line unless it's money, then it's urgent For BCB, man, it's always green Satan tryna tempt me, but I won't eat from the tree Boy, if I catch you lackin', I'ma press you with this heat Yeah, walked inside the jewelry store and we went on a spree Ayy, how many of y'all seen half a mil' before you 23? How many of y'all hit the bank, heard, "Welcome back, sir, please, take a seat"? They already know how I like my tea, double-bagged, hot, and green Hundred-cent color my jeans, I got Wrangler on my briefs Sauce 'em up like some Tabasco, put some pep up in his step Somewhere in his mansion tower, we about to get him wet I'm a young Stanley Kubrick, I need quiet on the set We about to shoot a movie, it don't need no VFX Ayy, snakes, searchin', lurkin' (uh) Creep up from behind, you better ask, is it worth it? Pull up with some .30s, he won't see his thirties Chick-Fil-A styrofoam cup full of dirty (okay) Ayy, snakes, searchin', lurkin' 'Fore you cross the line, better ask, is it worth it? Got some shooters out in Brooklyn, shake you up like Kyrie Irving They gon' pull it from the line every time, they ain't nervous And one thing is for certain My gaucho, he gon' ride, and I'm thankful for his service Yeah, he cried when he saw that backend, told him that he earned it She said, "Let's go get a bag," she ain't talking 'bout no Birkin So, you can't hit our line unless it's money, then it's urgent Grr Grr

Shaboozey, for real (Yeah) Foot on the gas right (?) Are we goin' too fast? Tell me, what a "slow" is? (Tell me, what a "slow" is?) Got my foot on gas Can't look back, road is callin' (Road is callin') Back when I ain't have cash She ain't even look, now she notice (Now she notice) But I can't fold on my partners, not on foenem, oh yeah (Yeah, bitch) Came from nada What I wouldn't do for a dollar (Do for a dollar) Now it's Hakuna Matata (Yeah-yeah, yeah) I got her straight outta Prada (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I took lil' baby down by the water (Yeah) Pockets full of foundin' fathers Last year was eatin' Bush beans Now we havin' Pinot and pasta Still dreaded like a Rasta (Yeah-yeah, yeah) I whip the Chevy like a Mazda Walk in the spot, they like "Who he?" Wrangler on me, this ain't Gucci Back when I ain't have it I was in the TJ Maxx baggin' (In the TJ Maxx, ayy) Started callin' me daddy In the booth, yeah, Booze do magic Are we goin' too fast? Tell me, what a "slow" is? (Tell me, what a "slow" is?) Got my foot on gas Can't look back, road is callin' (Road is callin', road is callin') Back when I ain't have cash She ain't even look, now she notice (Now she notice) But I can't fold on my partners, not on foenem (No-no, not on foenem) Big body, yeah, we built for the rain (Oh yeah, we built for it) Ayy, took a shot of Jack, can't feel my face (Don't know how I'm gettin' home) Bubba Wallace, they don't want me to race Ayy, to get a win I'ma do what it takes Stop holdin' onto me, what you want from me? How we go from lovers to mortal enemies? I don't understand, you told me you'd tell me everything This wasn't love it was disaster and we were the recipe Are we goin' too fast? Tell me, what a "slow" is? (Tell me, what a "slow" is?) Got my foot on gas Can't look back, road is callin' (Road is callin', road is calllin') Back when I ain't have cash She ain't even look, now she notice (Now she notice) But I can't fold on my partners, not on foenem (I can never, not on foenem) Yeah Road is callin', road is calllin'