"MERCEDES" lyrics
Huh, bands
The bands been comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch, huh, ah
The bands been comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch
Crack like the '80s, lil' bitch
Shootin' the .30s on .30s on .30s on .30s, I'm not finna fade ya, lil' kids
Huh, man, the police can't find me, we-we off the grid
Flame on, I feel like Johnny Storm
I be on fire in the big body foreign
I'm with a bad lil' bitch, you and your bitch still addicted to porn, huh
They tryna get me to tour, I need a mill', go and fill out the form
Rockin' shit you can afford, I'm in designer before you was born
Don't let your bitch feel my horns, I might just fuck on your bitch 'cause I'm bored
Where the police, y'all tell me to stop sellin' drugs
I can't stop sippin' lean, man, I'm still sippin' mud
Smokin' all gasoline, I got pounds of this bud
I don't wan' be your friend, I don't wan' be your bud
Plug, lil' nigga, you not a thug
Slugs, these niggas don't want the shots
Off a Perky, my scale feelin' hot
Shorty strippin' in here, she a thot
I'ma fuck on that bitch, but I don't wan' get caught
I been takin' these drugs, mama told me to stop
I be flippin' the jugg, boy, this forty a pot
I just ran to the mansion, you still on the block
Why my left hand start crampin', I'm whippin' a pot
I'm not even her daddy, she call me her pops
She lick my dick, told her stop
I don't even want head, I just fuck on the spot
I don't even wan' talk, boy, it ain't 'bout the guap
I don't even have beef, I leave that to my chop
If he talk in the slightest, then he gettin' shot
All my fingers are Midas, them bitches are gold
All my diamonds are ice and them bitches are froze
I'm finna pay the lil' price, get you hit and you froze
I'm not jammin' the streets in the same way you told
I got a body to hide, I'ma hit up my relly
It was just yesterday where we trapped out the telly
What the fuck is you sayin', got nothin' to tell me
Ruff, Mercedes turn me on, turn me on when she get up
And I like to turn her on, turn it on, okay, yeah
Baby, I'm the one, I'm the one, okay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, the bands be comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch, okay
The bands been comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch, okay
The bands be comin' in—, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The bands been comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch, huh, ah
The bands been comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch
Crack like the '80s, lil' bitch
Shootin' the .30s on .30s on .30s on .30s, I'm not finna fade ya, lil' kids
Huh, man, the police can't find me, we-we off the grid
Flame on, I feel like Johnny Storm
I be on fire in the big body foreign
I'm with a bad lil' bitch, you and your bitch still addicted to porn, huh
They tryna get me to tour, I need a mill', go and fill out the form
Rockin' shit you can afford, I'm in designer before you was born
Don't let your bitch feel my horns, I might just fuck on your bitch 'cause I'm bored
Where the police, y'all tell me to stop sellin' drugs
I can't stop sippin' lean, man, I'm still sippin' mud
Smokin' all gasoline, I got pounds of this bud
I don't wan' be your friend, I don't wan' be your bud
Plug, lil' nigga, you not a thug
Slugs, these niggas don't want the shots
Off a Perky, my scale feelin' hot
Shorty strippin' in here, she a thot
I'ma fuck on that bitch, but I don't wan' get caught
I been takin' these drugs, mama told me to stop
I be flippin' the jugg, boy, this forty a pot
I just ran to the mansion, you still on the block
Why my left hand start crampin', I'm whippin' a pot
I'm not even her daddy, she call me her pops
She lick my dick, told her stop
I don't even want head, I just fuck on the spot
I don't even wan' talk, boy, it ain't 'bout the guap
I don't even have beef, I leave that to my chop
If he talk in the slightest, then he gettin' shot
All my fingers are Midas, them bitches are gold
All my diamonds are ice and them bitches are froze
I'm finna pay the lil' price, get you hit and you froze
I'm not jammin' the streets in the same way you told
I got a body to hide, I'ma hit up my relly
It was just yesterday where we trapped out the telly
What the fuck is you sayin', got nothin' to tell me
Ruff, Mercedes turn me on, turn me on when she get up
And I like to turn her on, turn it on, okay, yeah
Baby, I'm the one, I'm the one, okay, yeah
Yeah, yeah, the bands be comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch, okay
The bands been comin' in smooth, so hop in Mercedes, lil' bitch, okay
The bands be comin' in—, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
