A Boogie wit da Hoodie - Numbers (feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna and London On Da...

We got London on da Track

You mad nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
It feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings
Only got me feelin' a way
I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, adderall prescripted
Fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him
Fuck it, they can't take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch
I know they gon' shoot shit up
And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
Walked him outside, now he got the llama
I took the Maybach where the J's at
Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)

Run up them numbers
Okay, see you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady the one
OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
Christian the sweater
Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
The double R came with the umbrella
When I put the hoodie on it get realer, yeah

Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
Got some little homies, got some prodigies
And I spend 500 hunnid on Prada tee
Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas



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