exotic Lyrics

Push about 100 when I'm up in my whip

Seeing bout 100 when I'm counting up chips

These lil' boys ain't bout it, when I pulled up, made 'em split

All my shit exotic

My clothes, my whip exotic

Tinted windows while we ridin'

Said I always move in private

And that gun I got is silent

You won't hear the bullet flyin'

No they capped out, yeah they lyin'

Ain't no broke boys up on my end

Said I'm fly as fuck like a bat or 'sum

Niggas tryna flex with a stack of one's

I be miss-matching my bills up, mixing twenties with fifties, I do it for fun

I be doing my own shit spent racks on a cuban that's laying around, probably wear once a month

I be draped in designer whenever I go out, and when I go eat, it's 200 for lunch

Yeah my taste is high end

Yeah my shordy high end

I don't ride no Cyan

This a SRT with mileage

Yeah lil' shordy got some mileage

She still thinking I'm a pop it

See some shit I like, I cop it

Start a trend, they try to mock it

I'm the trending topic

I'm the trending topic

I'll always be the one, no other option

Can't have no conversation with no nigga if there's no profit

I'm stuck up on lil' shordy phone, you'd think I was a Locket

My diamonds dripping water, walk around with a broken faucet

Bout like a hundred bands in clothes, bitch just come and see my closet

I can't put you niggas on, you see a wave and try to jock it

And I'm moving with my huskies, bitch like my name Jordan Hawkins

My name Jordan Hawkins, bitch

Push about 100 when I'm up in my whip

Seeing bout 100 when I'm counting up chips

These lil' boys ain't bout it, when I pulled up, made 'em split

All my shit exotic

My clothes, my whip exotic

Tinted windows while we ridin'

Said I always move in private

And that gun I got is silent

You won't hear the bullet flyin'

No they capped out, yeah they lyin'

Ain't no broke boys up on my end

Said I got a guap addiction

I be cleaning up no dishes

Cop a His and Hers when I go out, If I drip, then she dripping

Like it's KOD, my own campaign, been completing my missions

Cut a nigga off that ain't 'bout racks, I'm quick to do incisions

I go hit Bergdorf and spend ten on jackets from Balenci

Feel like Duwap hoe 'cause I'm really just 'bout my business strictly

Fuck them niggas that was ratting, should of known that they was hissing

Come through handle my own business, put up posters, now you missing, uh

Now you missing, lil' bitch

Push about 100 when I'm up in my whip

Seeing bout 100 when I'm counting up chips

These lil' boys ain't bout it, when I pulled up, made 'em split

All my shit exotic

My clothes, my whip exotic

Tinted windows while we ridin'

Said I always move in private

And that gun I got is silent

You won't hear the bullet flyin'

No they capped out, yeah they lyin'

Ain't no broke boys up on my end

All my shit exotic

My clothes, my whip exotic

Tinted windows while we ridin'

Said I always move in private

And that gun I got is silent

You won't hear the bullet flyin'

No they capped out, yeah they lyin'

Ain't no broke boys up on my end