E45

Ayy, fuck you, Letoa, you ain't shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fit (Yeah, she love it)
I don't got a Glock but I don't miss (Yeah, she love it)
Got the whole club jumping, and they love my shit (My shit, huh)
My shit, my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit (Let's get lit)
My shit, my shit (My shit, yeah, yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit
Bitch, I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fit (Yeah, she love it)
I don't got a Glock but I don't miss (Yeah, she love it)
Got the whole club jumping, and they love my shit (My shit, huh)
My shit, my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit (Let's get lit)
My shit, my shit (My shit, yeah, yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit (Huh)

Okay, I'm moving fast
I'm finna blow her back (Back, back)
And I be getting to the bands like I'm Fleetwood Mac (Nah, nah)
You see me posted with the gang and I got that strap
I pull up with a .45 then I let it blast
Shoutout my slime and my brothers
I always keep it one hundred (Gang, gang)
You know that we gon' have that sawed-off
They want smoke, then it's coming (Tsaha)
I came from nothing to something
I see the opps and they running
Always came from where I step
When I'm up in the function
I got a Glock on my left, got a Glock on my right
They wanna talk all that smack, so I pull up on sight
All that Pop Smoke, it won't hurt for the night
One night, then I go dip (Tsu)
E45, that's my brand new whip (Skrrt)
Couple bad thotties, they dressed in goth fits (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Feel like Yung Bruh 'cause I need a goth chick

Bitch, I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fit (Yeah, she love it)
I don't got a Glock but I don't miss (Yeah, she love it)
Got the whole club jumping, and they love my shit (My shit, huh)
My shit, my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit (Let's get lit)
My shit, my shit (My shit, yeah, yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit
Bitch, I move too fast in the E45, my whip
Goth bitch on me and she love my fit (Yeah, she love it)
I don't got a Glock but I don't miss (Yeah, she love it)
Got the whole club jumping, and they love my shit (My shit, huh)
My shit, my shit (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck the club up, let's get lit (Let's get lit)
My shit, my shit (My shit, yeah, yeah)
Don't get mad because of where I sit (Huh)