Delirious Lyrics

Woah woah woah

Woah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

You delirious

I'm getting bands bitch serious

We throwing hands in the field you fearing us

After we done you're looking hideous

We got a run location mysterious

Fuck all the opps I know they furious

Shut up his man his name was George

All because the little bitch was just curious

You delirious

I'm getting bands bitch serious

We throwing hands in the field you fearing us

After we done you're looking hideous

We got a run location mysterious

Fuck all the opps I know they furious

Shut up his man his name was George

All because the little bitch was just curious

Left her in the past made that little bitch my previous

I don't really understand how you oblivious

I got a lot of hoes I got the prettiest

Her thigh on my right while my left hand just stearing in it

Ayy I'm in the back of the Tahoe

Feeling like I'ma fly ayy

You know we swerving them potholes

Toting them guns in the sky damn

I don't understand how you could be fly

Gucci my shoes and that Gucci my tie

Run up on you in your face like a stye

Water on my neck gonna shine with no light

Uh uh uh wait yeah uhh geeked up

All these bitches out here geeked up

Ready know that they wanna be us

Wait woah

I'm tired I'm tired

I'm tired I'm tired of this ayy

I'm tired I'm tired

I'm tired of trying for this

Let me go and give you an introductory

You just know you cannot fuck with me

I'm counting money bitch I count it humbly

And I'm never falling bitch never fumbling damn

You delirious

I'm getting bands bitch serious

We throwing hands in the field you fearing us

After we done you're looking hideous

We got a run location mysterious

Fuck all the opps I know they furious

Shut up his man his name was George

All because the little bitch was just curious

Ayy uh uh uh wait yeah uh bitch stop

Why you always dance on TikTok

Fuck out my face lil' bitch kick rocks

Ayy homie pull the mac red dot

Diamonds on my wrist call it big rocks

Shawty call my phone yeah she can't stop

Wanna go to Link I'ma call it big plots damn

They don't think that I'm the shit

I'm coming hard breaking records like Guinness

Look at me flex looking like I do fitness

My homies ride with the sticks like they witches

I had to grind or just be where I'm at

You moving too slow you look overweight

Shout out my mama for dealing with drama from me

But she still putting food on my plate yeah

You delirious

I'm getting bands bitch serious

We throwing hands in the field you fearing us

After we done you're looking hideous

We got a run location mysterious

Fuck all the opps I know they furious

Shut up his man his name was George

All because the little bitch was just curious