Yes
ATL Smook
GENRE
[Intro]
Yes, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah
That's your hoe, bet she coming up missing
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Girl I wanna' know where you going
You way too bad, I'm tryna' buy you Rick Owens
Look at my wrist, know it's snowing
Countin' these racks how I start my morning
Countin' so long it got boring
Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring
I'm drippin' I'm feelin' important
When I let this shit bang I ain't giving no warning
Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest
Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best
Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress
Yes, yes, with these racks I might make me a mess
[Verse]
Rodeo drivе in the Bentley
I did that likе 2016
I'm a rude boy, I'm not friendly
Some of my niggas bang big B's
I pull out my dick and she kissin' me
That's your hoe, bet she coming up missing
These clothes that I'm rockin' they fitting
(ClayCo, cook it up!)
These racks in my pants they ain't fitting
He tried to draw drown like I'm not the one
I'm like boy you must be kidding
Bitch I'm the number one stunna
No laxative, on these niggas I'm shitting
Big 41 on my wrist, yeah it's froze but somehow that bitch keep ticking
I got them blue hundreds straight out the ATM, I can't count it cause they sticking
[Chorus]
Girl I wanna' know where you going
You way too bad, I'm tryna' buy you Rick Owens
Look at my wrist, know it's snowing
Countin' these racks how I start my morning
Countin' so long it got boring
Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring
I'm drippin' I'm feelin' important
When I let this shit bang I ain't giving no warning
Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest
Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best
Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress
Yes, yes, with these racks I might make me a mess
[Outro]
(ClayCo cook it up!)
Yes, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah
That's your hoe, bet she coming up missing
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Girl I wanna' know where you going
You way too bad, I'm tryna' buy you Rick Owens
Look at my wrist, know it's snowing
Countin' these racks how I start my morning
Countin' so long it got boring
Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring
I'm drippin' I'm feelin' important
When I let this shit bang I ain't giving no warning
Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest
Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best
Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress
Yes, yes, with these racks I might make me a mess
[Verse]
Rodeo drivе in the Bentley
I did that likе 2016
I'm a rude boy, I'm not friendly
Some of my niggas bang big B's
I pull out my dick and she kissin' me
That's your hoe, bet she coming up missing
These clothes that I'm rockin' they fitting
(ClayCo, cook it up!)
These racks in my pants they ain't fitting
He tried to draw drown like I'm not the one
I'm like boy you must be kidding
Bitch I'm the number one stunna
No laxative, on these niggas I'm shitting
Big 41 on my wrist, yeah it's froze but somehow that bitch keep ticking
I got them blue hundreds straight out the ATM, I can't count it cause they sticking
[Chorus]
Girl I wanna' know where you going
You way too bad, I'm tryna' buy you Rick Owens
Look at my wrist, know it's snowing
Countin' these racks how I start my morning
Countin' so long it got boring
Don't do the beer, only lean what I'm pouring
I'm drippin' I'm feelin' important
When I let this shit bang I ain't giving no warning
Yes, yes, I put diamonds on her chest
Yes, yes, I fucked her, she say I'm the best
Yes, yes, I'm countin' these racks, I don't stress
Yes, yes, with these racks I might make me a mess
[Outro]
(ClayCo cook it up!)
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