Organ

(album: Full Wack No Brakes - 2020)

You're listening to the sounds of the BBCC
Bad Boy Chiller Crew
Yo, yo

Ride it, ride it, we with that
'Cause we pump it up, we get that fucker higher
We red-lining at the Cottie like it's fucking minor
I got that liquor in my cup, I said I came to party
Said I came to party, she just wanna ride it, ride it
We with that 'cause we pump it up, we get that fucker higher
We red-lining at the Cottie like it's fucking minor
I got that liquor in my cup, I said I came to party
I said I came to party, she just wanna

Yeah I'm only spending money, I'ma pull up on her
Fingers on the throttle, pull it back and pop it like a bottle
Catch me on the block with Sam, driving like I'm on a ban
Packs from overseas, they call me keys, we got them on demand
I just flipped her bucks, it made me roddy-rich, and I don't owe a thing
I tell her, "Bend it back and throw a bit", I be going in
I'm that little bugger from the West-Yorks
Pull up in that red bar, just do it 'til we get caught

I be where the party's at, it's time to take over
I ain't in no footman car, I'm in that Range Rover
Buddha's in the back, I'ma put us on the map
We gon' party 'til we clap 'cause we don't ever stay sober
G-G-Goose in my cup, blue's in my sock, losing my nut
Crew's in the truck; who's tryna fuck?
I got tens that'll drop jaws, smelling like Tom Ford
Fuck her 'til my cock's saw, watch out, I might fuck yours!

Ride it, ride it, we with that
'Cause we pump it up, we get that fucker higher
We red-lining at the Cottie like it's fucking minor
I got that liquor in my cup, I said I came to party
Said I came to party, she just wanna ride it, ride it
We with that 'cause we pump it up, we get that fucker higher
We red-lining at the Cottie like it's fucking minor
I got that liquor in my cup, I said I came to party
I said I came to party, she just wanna

Speeding from the Feds, needle to the red
Beaming in the Benz, scheming 'til the end, see me as a threat
Untie my people in the pen, haters on the way
She know how I plug, she gon' bring it in, we be getting bread
I just hopped out of that three litre Bimmer
I swear that shit off the meter, I'm fresh, I'm rocking new seasons
You're talking wet, Aquafina, brand new whip from the dealer
Make your bitch wanna leave ya, I got some shit I can teach ya

I'm sipping straight off the rocks, I'll be racing the cops
Bitch I'm breaking the clock but I ain't breaking my watch
I got drink in my cup, I be stinking a bud
And if the neighbours are asleep, then we waking them up!
I'ma party like a rockstar probably 'til I'm dead
Bag of Charlie, give me ten, I mix Bacardi with the gin
I'm going barmy with the pen, I want the 'Rari and the Benz
I ain't stopping getting money 'til there's Carti' on my limbs, ay!

Ride it, ride it, we with that
'Cause we pump it up, we get that fucker higher
We red-lining at the Cottie like it's fucking minor
I got that liquor in my cup, I said I came to party
Said I came to party, she just wanna ride it, ride it
We with that 'cause we pump it up, we get that fucker higher
We red-lining at the Cottie like it's fucking minor
I got that liquor in my cup, I said I came to party
I said I came to party, she just wanna