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[intro: tyfontaine & sportvvs]
b#tch, it’s hightide 1800 in this b#tch, bro
ain’t n0body gonna f#ck with us, man
got sportvvs with me, man (hightide sh#t, 1800, ha#ha)
right in the f#ckin’ studio, you know what i’m sayin’?
what the f#ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n#gga?
let’s go!

[chorus: tyfontaine & sportvvs]
i got price, you know it’s the gas (price)
she got fatty, it’s comin’ with ass (slatt)
runnin’ up bands on the regular, fam’ (run it up)
she love the print on my monogram bag (woo)
spoiled lil’ b#tch wantin’ this and that (spoiled)
fl!ckin’ her off ’cause she’s a nat (fl!ck her)
say you got bands, well then, come here and show me (bands)
i get it all, break it down with my homies (woo, woo)
speaker knockerz, got the bands by my lonely (yeah, yeah)
i keep the .9, now i’m feelin’ like tony (yeah, yeah)
she on my d#ck and she ride like a pony (oh#oh)
feel like lamar ’cause these n#ggas can’t hold me (yeah, yeah)
they ain’t on my level, you know they below me (yeah, yeah)
got 101 glocks, now i’m feelin’ like zoe (bop, bop, bop, bop)
that boy not my friend ’cause i know he was phony (yeah, yeah)
the fam’ first, that’s what mama told me (told me)

[verse: sportvvs & tyfontaine]
got big gas when we hop out the uber (yeah)
i got a foreign shooter, you could call him ruger (ruger)
smokin’ on gas and he smokin’ on who? (who?)
i’m feelin’ like sosa, i might pull up and fool you (yeah)
they say i’m the sh#t, now, i feel like [?] (yeah, yeah)
i be iced out, n#gga, shout out my jeweler (oh)
cameraman slide with the bl!cky, the shooter (bl!ck)
she suck on my d#ck like that b#tch was a jeweler (yeah, yeah)
she all on my line and she say that she miss me (oh#oh)
number (n)ine jeans and they come with the mickey (mickey)
she see me in person, say she wanna fl!ck me (fl!ck, yeah)
these ksubi jeans on me, don’t f#ck with the d#ckeys (d#ckeys)
as long as she bad, i’m not too picky (bad)
she hold it down, she got the ricky (hold it down)
we mix with the raf and the [?]
get right to it, i’m stayin’ busy (get to it)
i throw the bands, now she bussin’ it down
she goin’ wild, i’m givin’ her rounds (okay)
she lovin’ the fit, she say she aroused (love it)
[?], go to the south (let’s go)
live in miami where the sun be (miami)
no swimsuit, just the panties (no swimsuit)
all over it, where my hands be (all over it)
in love with the bentley truck, no camry (let’s go)

[chorus: tyfontaine & sportvvs]
i got price, you know it’s the gas (woo, woo)
she got fatty, it’s comin’ with ass (oh#oh)
runnin’ up bands on the regular, fam’ (rack it up)
she love the print on my monogram bag (git, git, git, git)
spoiled lil’ b#tch wantin’ this and that (spoiled)
fl!ckin’ her off ’cause she’s a nat (fl!ck her)
say you got bands, well then, come here and show me (bands)
i get it all, break it down with my homies (woo, woo)
speaker knockerz, got the bands by my lonely (yeah, yeah)
i keep the .9, now i’m feelin’ like tony (yeah, yeah)
she on my d#ck and she ride like a pony (oh#oh)
feel like lamar ’cause these n#ggas can’t hold me (yeah, yeah)
they ain’t on my level, you know they below me (yeah, yeah)
got 101 glocks, now i’m feelin’ like zoe (bop, bop, bop, bop)
that boy not my friend ’cause i know he was phony (yeah, yeah)
the fam’ first, that’s what mama told me (told me)

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