Floor It Lyrics

Tell em shut the fuck up while I'm recording (alright)

All my niggas rich, all my niggas important (yeah, yes sir)

I just got a big brick, that shit was imported

Poured it, inside my cup and I'm snoring

Scoring, shoot shots like Michael Jordan

Foreign whip, my engine is roaring

12 on my ass, I had to go floor it (phew)

Had to go floor it (yeah)

Whole lotta racks in my storage (ha)

Can't talk to me, you a poor bitch

I took a risk yeah that's why I'm more rich

I took a risk yeah that's why I'm up now

Too high, yeah lil boy, I won't come down

Come down here or my bro ship the packs out (yeah, yuh, yeah, yeah)

Go do your job and do what your told

I'm on the block where the pack gets sold

Mama told me that the world is cold

Nobody gon' do it, gotta do it on your own

Since 16 I had a big bankroll

I was moving that pack on my old iPhone

Nigga talk that, Ima smack his dome

You know Ima Telegram Trapstar bro (huh, yeah, yeah)

No FedEx, but I'm moving them packs in loads (huh huh, yeah, yeah)

Ducking the feds riding round with a few kilos (huh huh, yeah, yeah)

I got weed, molly and tabs for the low (huh huh, yeah, yeah ahh)

I done been backstabbed now I can not trust a soul

No FedEx, but I'm moving them packs in loads

Ducking the feds riding round with a few kilos

I got weed, molly and tabs for the low (huh, yeah, yeah)

Tell em shut the fuck up while I'm recording (alright)

All my niggas rich, all my niggas important (yeah, yes sir)

I just got a big brick, that shit was imported

Poured it, inside my cup and I'm snoring

Scoring, shoot shots like Michael Jordan

Foreign whip, my engine is roaring

12 on my ass, I had to go floor it (phew)

Had to go floor it (yeah)

Whole lotta racks in my storage (ha)

Can't talk to me, you a poor bitch

I took a risk yeah that's why I'm more rich

I took a risk yeah that's why I'm up now

Too high, yeah lil boy, I won't come down

Come down here or my bro ship the packs out (yeah, yuh, yeah, yeah)

Go do your job and do what your told

I'm on the block where the pack gets sold

Mama told me that the world is cold

Nobody gon' do it, gotta do it on your own

Since 16 I had a big bankroll

I was moving that pack on my old iPhone

Nigga talk that, Ima smack his dome

You know Ima Telegram Trapstar bro (huh, yeah, yeah)

No FedEx, but I'm moving them packs in loads (huh huh, yeah, yeah)

Ducking the feds riding round with a few kilos (huh huh, yeah, yeah)

I got weed, molly and tabs for the low (huh huh, yeah, yeah ahh)