Ventilate ft. Robin Tabacca Lyrics

Yeah

I got the chopper, now my trigger finger itchin', won't be stoppin' now

I got the water bottle but it's filled with vodka now

Got me seein' double, swervin' through the lanes, burnin' rubber

Smokin' on this gas, gotta ventilate the hummer

Tunnel vision when fishin' for bitches, I'm picky, she woozy off goose

I'm drowsy, still ready to move grip lose

When I'm holdin' on her waist, asked her phantom or the wrath

Flow like butter, asked me can I get a taste?

I'm gettin' all the hoes now, feelin' like a pro now

Ice all up on me lookin' froze now

They ask me how I do it, I'm just blessed

They think I'm here for short nigga, no I ain't a guest

Tryna come against me, nigga I'm aimin' at your chest

And now ya momma cryin' 'cause she layin' you to rest

I switched my flow up, I got my dough up, these girls want more of my money

I don't know what to do, got these bitches feelin' loose

As we dancin' in the party, they be mixin' jungle juice

Any more of this lifestyle, I'm ready for the noose

Speed racin' out the drive way, 95 on the highway, flyin' private outta Taipae

Livin' life, I do it my way, neck ice cubes like it's Friday

From my last check, I'm on my next jet, way above the bar I set

Don't understate or underestimated it, you can't replicate it