Easter Fit (feat. Future)

Yeah, back to the cash (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Died in the Easter fit before you

Can wear it out, yeah, yeah

I just bought a brand-new ratchet

At my grandma house, uh, uh

I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh

Uh i be dressed like a martian

Takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh

Ooh, I'm dressin' tacky, none of

My designers match, uh, uh

Not my main bitch but she

Got my name tatted, uh, uh

You gotta front me a mill' or

I'm not comin' back, uh, uh

When it come to poppin' my shit, bitch

I was made for that, uh, uh

Two hunnid on the coupe

I'ma come through like a maniac (yeah, yeah)

Lil' nigga stole my style and

Had to bring it back (Uh, uh)

Bad lil' bitch in college

She give me brainiac (yeah, yeah)

Any kids woofin they could've do

It gimme their candies pack (Uh, uh)

Blueface wanted the same colors

As them hunnids is (Eh, eh)

Heard your shooter was strapped but

He gon' run with heels (Uh, uh)

He just spent new bands inside of Barnerville

(Eh, eh)

I'm so money savage just like Uncle Phil

(Naw, for real)

They know I run my city just like Big U

(Big U) his thottie hold the choppa

Had me switchin shoes (Tah)

No kid in the back, can't yell

They better not play with you

(Not play with you, yeah)

Hustlin' in my veins, do what my daddy do

(I ball)

Died in the Easter fit before you

Can wear it out, yeah, yeah

I just bought a brand-new ratchet

At my grandma house, uh, uh

I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh

Uh i be dressed like a martian

Takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh

Ooh, I'm dressin' tacky, none of

My designers match, uh, uh

Not my main bitch but she

Got my name tatted, uh, uh

You gotta front me a mill' or

I'm not comin' back, uh, uh

When it come to poppin' my shit, bitch

I was made for that, uh, uh

I'm 'bout to catch a private and

I'ma be late for that, uh, uh

I just splashed a model, Mediterranean, uh

Uh

Zoom, zoom, zoom in a Urus like a maniac, uh

Uh fucked your bitch on sight, that's

My lil' new-new, yeah, yeah

Mixin' lean and Sprite, it got

My screws loose, yeah, yeah

Topped me and beggin' me: ''please

Give me choo-choo'', yeah, yeah

Shawty got down on her knees

Slurped me like noodles, uh, uh

Choppin' a brick in the trap like

I know kung fu, uh, uh

Pablo Escobar with the work

Do numbers, yeah, yeah

Pop me one, I, whoo, turn to a monster, uh

Uh forty pointers on her wrist

I'm her sponsor, yeah, yeah

That's the one, put that dick

Past her tonsils, uh, uh

(yeah)

Died in the Easter fit before you

Can wear it out, yeah, yeah

I just bought a brand-new ratchet

At my grandma house, uh, uh

I been wavin' that gat' since a juvenile, uh

Uh