A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Roddy Ricch, Gunna, London On Da Track — Numbers

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We got London on da Track

You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin’
It feel like a bus but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings
Only got me feelin’ a way
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, adderall prescripted
Fuck it ’cause I don’t feel the pain
That lil’ nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him
Fuck it, they can’t take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon’ shoot shit up
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J’s at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)

Run up them numbers
Okay, see you don’t want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady the one
OKC, you don’t want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on it get realer, yeah

Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies, got some prodigies
And I spend 500 hunnid on Prada tee
Made it out the projects, poppin’ overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
I made some calls, you can’t cop the fleet
Gotta be a antisocial gangster ’cause the feds watchin’ my tweets

You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin’
It feel like a bus but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings
Only got me feelin’ a way
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, adderall prescripted
Fuck it ’cause I don’t feel the pain
That lil’ nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him
Fuck it, they can’t take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon’ shoot shit up
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J’s at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers, yeah

Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
Piped her like a plumber
And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
I paid all the debts to your honor
Then went and got some commas, some commas, some commas (Racks)
You let it get to your head, yeah
I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)
I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah
Said you willin’ to tell ’em whatever (Yeah)

I still be killin’ in projects
Even though I been runnin’ them numbers up
They used to tell I’m not next
I’m like look at me now, I’ve been runnin’ up
And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
And I don’t know how I’ma trust again, I swear
Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah

I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (Speed off in the car, yeah)
I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas don’t where the drop at
They won’t want us ridin’ in the drophead
And he mad at my bitch got a Masi’

You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin’
It feel like a bus but I’m whippin’ the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings
Only got me feelin’ a way
I ain’t sayin’ I’m addicted, adderall prescripted
Fuck it ’cause I don’t feel the pain
That lil’ nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him
Fuck it, they can’t take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon’ shoot shit up
And my lil’ brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J’s at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers