"Testarossa!" lyrics

Put that shit down nigga you know can't afford those!
Double G, Double C, Double F, nigga that's my wardrobe!
In a goddamn Hellcat Charger, this bitch got four doors
Lil hoe see me in public and she wanna take photos
If yeen talkin bout no bread, then gang that's a nono
Ain't worried about smoke, no we still ride around solo
Just got to LA for a meeting but now we in SoHo
Jose just hit for like 10k on Wells Fargo

I just finished with your hoe, you can come and get her back
I ain't gotta sell my soul just to get a fuckin bag
I just told her suck it slow, she don't need to suck it fast
Niggas thought cause I went ghost
That I wasn't on they ass

Ain't tryna sign me for no millions, hang the phone up on they ass
I just pulled up in a fuckin Tesla Roadster on they ass
Might go cop a different Rari, Testarossa on they ass
I just mixed the fucking Ksubis with the Goshas on they ass
Niggas actin real stupid, put them Sojas on they ass
Niggas think they hot as shit, we put that toaster on they ass
Take the XD right up out that fuckin holster on they ass
We gon slide up in that Honda, get a closeup on they ass

I just finished with your hoe, you can come and get her back
I ain't gotta sell my soul just to get a fuckin bag
I just told her suck it slow, she don't need to suck it fast
Niggas thought cause I went ghost
That I wasn't on they ass!