"UMBRELLA" lyrics

She said, "Don, I wanna live this life forever"
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low

Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that shit on, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm the shit now, whoa, whoa, whoa

No, I'm not tryna be rude, baby, but these bitches, they coming in two, baby
I want a part of me, like, whoa, whoa, whoa
Check the call out, whoa, whoa, whoa, ooh-ooh
Now I'm getting hella love, like, whoa
Mass drugs every weekend, rich nigga lifestyle, woah
I have some demons, don't let them shits fuck with you, I'm like, "Tell me something I ain't know"
Basically, I got a chrome heart, so I put that shit on my clothes
Out of town life, whoa, tell me if you gon' go
I ain't know that you used to, I can boss your life up, whoa
Tell me something I ain't used to, show me something I ain't never shown
She need CPR, it's hard to breathe, got me catching my breath, she got me like, whoa, whoa
Body Bentley, whoa, cash, flip it, whoa
Nobu, poppin' doors, take my shit to go, go
Niggas talking out of touch, TMZ
Ride around with a Drac', PND
I just rolled up with an 8, dee-dee-dee
Sound like that bitch got a stutter, dee-dee-dee
Notice how a nigga rock, Tommy Lee
Now my shit look like a rock, PnB
Had to reach out to all of my niggas
Get a bag, watch me double up, flip it up
Bitch, and I feel like a Don, my nigga
These Jeremy Scott wings got me flying, lil' nigga
That's your ho, why she follow a nigga?
That's your bitch, why she follow my niggas?
Brand new Trackhawk, speed racin'
Brand new Marni shoes, no laces
Girl, tattoo my government name
It's a whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta, rubber band, bitch, I'm the rubber band man
I know you want me, you acting bipolar again
Uh, ayy, stop mo'fuckin' lying, I know you ain't sober again
Sober, sober, sober, sober, but fuck it

She said, "Don, I wanna live this life forever" (Over, over, over)
Ride around town, big Draco, my umbrella (My umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low (On the low)

I've been out like, hell yeah, hell yeah, these Rick Owen flip flops
Baby, like, "That's Rag3 Kidd", hell yeah, yeah, got this shit on gridlock (Whoa)
Why these bitches never act right? (Whoa)
All she wanted was that Ac' right? (Whoa)
In Colorado Springs that night, it's okay, on God

She said, "Don, I wanna live this life forever" (Yeah, yeah, on God)
Round around town, big Draco, my umbrella (My umbrella-brella)
Yeah, ride around and it's cold
Ain't no cameras in the crib, baby, just keep that shit on the low (On the low)

Ain't no cameras in the crib unless a nigga mix the Marni with the Rick
She like how I put that shit on, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm the shit now, whoa, whoa, whoa

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