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Ooooh (feat. Young Scooter)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Uh I told that nigga, I get that pop star

If she's fine I'm fine

Ooh, there are spinning on a cop car

(Atlanta mo'fucker, Atlanta, nigga)

Uh (Yeah)Doin' donuts at 200, ooh

I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa

Flying through hood, back ho whoah

Hangin' out the window, sprayin' oh

I do the dash on these niggas, oh

I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa

I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh

I break the bank, I blow the bank, whoaI crop them taggy, poppin' tags

He swaggy and I'm flashy

I drive the Rover like Denali, no exaggeration

Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation

Presidential status

I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I'm on a banshee

Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man

I'm poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mayn

Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mayn

That's on my city, maneSippin' and, sippin' this Laura

Whippin' the hood I go wide back

Hangin' out the window like why why

Lettin' in off from the other side

I whip the whip from the other side

I hit the scene like a homicide

Splash, splash, I told the jeweller, "Bring everything"

My feet to the floor, I'm on everythingDoin' donuts at 200, ooh

I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa

Flying through the hood, back ho ooh

Hangin' out the window, spraying oh

I do the dash on these niggas, ooh

I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa

I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh

I break the bank, I blow the bank, whaMaserati smashin', now

Future ride Bentley Coupe

Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe

We do the shit that bosses do

Real street shit no rap, I'm worth a mil or two

Scooter always flexin'

I pull up and embarrass you

Hit up Ele'ante

Yeah, that's a ice check

We don't rock fake gold

Real diamonds 'round my neck

Came up in the dope hole

Remix out my dope bowl

150 In the fast lane

I'm smashing on you broke hoes

Black Amigo gang, we love to count up

BM, FBG, we blood brothers

500 in my blunt, that's how I roll up

Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up (count on)Doin' donuts at 200, ooh

I'm on the dash, I'm on the highway, whoa

Flying through the hood, back ho ooh

Hangin' out the window, spraying oh

I do the dash on these niggas, oh

I'm counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa

I'm smokin' 'dro, I'm pourin' lean, oh

I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha

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