Last Minute
BlueBucksClan, Lil Yachty
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V12, y'all chose to go fast in it Tinted up, bet I got somethin' bad in it (Ten11) Prada store, I go crazy like I'm mad in it Yeah, I could have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute Hangin' with them lame ass niggas, I can't bear with I'll stuff four grams in my 'Wood, I don't tear shit Top of the mountain, big cappin', feel the air hit Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks Everywhere I go, bitches askin' who I'm there with What you mean who I'm with? Bitch, you too nosey Runnin' 'round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody F*ck it, runnin' 'round the lobby like Mr. Moseby Made another Oakland, nigga, I don't even wear Oakleys Ridin' 'round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley Niggas tryna get in the game, but you can't coach me Ridin' 'round on some bad grades like I didn't study Gotta die alone regardless, I don't need buddies Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy Closin' curtains in the double R, it got too sunny Let these lil' niggas know what's up like I'm Bugs Bunny 'Lotta blues, and I'm still countin', this that blood money Told her if she love me, gotta suck it 'til her nose runny Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I'm so clumsy Said them VVS's, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy? Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody I been out cheatin' all day, hey, I'm home, honey Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, "It's the throat for me" In the A with Yachty, yeah, I told him, "Bring a boat for me" Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me Real stepper, I got corns on my top After tryin' to be faithful, I got bored with these hoes I ain't gotta buck the gear to the hoes I won't let her spend a night, how you live with that ho? I ain't gotta shut the gear to these hoes Make her leave innocent just as she came in Everybody love me, they love me just like Raymond Talk just like a Shaman Cartiers, not no Ray-Ban's, bitch Claimin' that they real, but they whole body fake (it's fake) Walk up to the thickest bitches, let me be your Prada bae (your Prada bae) You can f*ck, you can suck, I can't take you on no date (take you on no date) All my bitches mad about my other hoes, I need a break (I need a break) Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape) Niggas clout chasin' pillow talk to hoes, that shit gay (that shit gay) YSL, they gon' 'em walk through the back, better not play (better not play) I'm in Prada, they keep yellin', "Welcome back!" Like I'm Mase (like I'm Mase) Nigga Us, bitch
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Written by: Deon Hawkins, Fred Adkins Jr., Jaylar Abram, Miles McCollum
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