Shades on, I'm Boul Wit Da Glasses Bro say er 'cause he a savage So many dead opps, so many ashes (brrt) You ain't catch that, I can't pass this (come here) Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine Bro put belt right to they behind The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (oh my, oh my God) 6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (bip, bip) Skrrt, uh (bip, bip, bip) I just bipped right on the highway Trackhawk, mh, sittin' in the driveway (skrrt) Uh, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo Doot, doo-doo, doo-doo, doot Dump truck, baby shark, doot, doo-doo-doo I popped the Perc' and popped the blue I geek-geek like a custy too Say it in rap, bro, we can smack out (huh?) Pull up clean in my white tee, rollin' off a honey too (huh?) Diamonds VV, straight from Lex And I got a custom pendant waitin', wait 'til when you see that, ooh Pull up back to back, matte black Track', I just bipped it, nyoom (back to back) Throw some D's up on that bitch like Rich Boy Hurricane, hey, bay-bay-bay-bay Hurricane my Chris boy (hey-bay-bay) Maison Margiel', I'm forever gon' drip, boy (hey-bay-bay) Send my shooter on a hit, boy (brrt) I'll middle-man a whole body (frr) Straight thuggin', free Blick, fightin' triple homi' (frr) Take a four, so I just yack I think 12 inside a Scat Swapped the VIN and got it wrapped (huh?) Bitch, we bippin' overnight (yeah) Shades on, I'm Boul Wit Da Glasses (yeah) Bro say er 'cause he a savage (yeah) So many dead opps, so many ashes (yeah) You ain't catch that, I can't pass this Shooter stay strapped, I don't need mine Bro put belt right to they behind (come here) The way that switch brrt, I know he dyin' (get him) 6-7, I just bipped right on the highway (damn) Skrrt, uh (oh my God) I just bipped right on the highway Trackhawk, mm, sittin' in the driveway Yeah, pull up, doot-doot, doo-doo-doo (oh my, oh my God) - @jaxonboynton