AGAIN AND AGAIN Lyrics

Shrimp made the beat so it sound like a sin

Hop out the Lamb for the Mercedes coupe

Go to top floor and then top of the roof

You know we smokin', we lightin' the boof

You know we got em like woo, woo

30k neck but hundred dollar shoes

Icy so sick, baguette diamond flu

Did it again so what you gon' do

What you gon' do

Recorded the hook and I'm still in the booth

Way that I shoot em, I'm lookin' like Boothe

Keep it up on me, you know that's the truth

Ain't really beef if it's just me and you

But you went fucked with the crew

Now you gon' fuck with the gang

Fuck what you say, put you in pain

Smokin' that Jane

Spent another hundred racks on a chain

I gotta hit off this

I'ma get rich off this

Pull your bitch off this

Bought her tits off this

Get her booty lift off this

Fuck your bitch to this

Fuck you bitch, I'm rich

Hop out the Lamp for the Mercedes coupe

Go to top floor and then top of the roof

You know we smokin', we lightin' the boof

You know we got em like woo, woo

30k neck but hundred dollar shoe

Icy so sick, baguette diamond flu

Did it again so what you gon' do

What you gon' do

I've been ridin', vibin' in that two seat Spyder, drivin'

Tryna get my wife excited

Crash the whip, we flyin', dyin'

Hit the corners, icy slidin'

Hit and run, I lied, denied it

Ducked the 12, I cut the lights

I pulled it over, now we hidin'

918 on the scene

Gettin' green, more like gettin' blue

Yeah my hunnids real, they true

I don't know about you, but you know about me

YSC and I made a trap anthem, I can't face defeat

Hop out the Lamb for the Mercedes coupe

Go to top floor and then top of the roof

You know we smokin', we lightin' the boof

You know we got em like woo, woo

30k neck but hundred dollar shoes

Icy so sick, baguette diamond flu

Did it again so what you gon' do

What you gon' do

I'm goin' to Mars today

Buyin' new cars today

Go find a new broad today

You catchin' bars today

I'm shootin' shots and I gotta perfect it

Check out my range, bitch, I cannot stress it

Gun on my right, cause I never left it

Shoot out your lights it's game over like Tekken

Yo bitch ain't came with the hoe that she left with

You actin' up, it gon' get you arrested

I got the shit that you cannot mess with

We took your bags like you never checked it

Still got the chopper, you know that I kept it

40 on me, like I'm a detective

I'm pickin' to play you like you an elective

40 on me, know I keep me a weapon