Numbers (feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna and London On Da Track)

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 Let a nigga touch my chain fuck it nigga kill him fuck it they can 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 that 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 OKC 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 spent five hundred on Prada tees Made it out the projects poppin' overseas Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat I make some calls you can't cop the fleet Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets 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 Let a nigga touch my chain fuck it nigga kill him fuck it they can 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 that 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 Fuck it I ran up the numbers Piped up like a plumber And sold all the bundles Sold all the bundles I paid off the debt to your honor And went got some commas and commas and commas Racks You let it get to your head yeah I remember when you was a runner You was a runner I heard you got snatched by the feds yeah say you willin' to tell 'em whatever Yeah I still be killin' in projects even though I been runnin' them numbers up They used to tell me I'm not next I'm like look at me now I'm in front of them And I just hope you never set me up my lifestyle too irregular And I don't know how I'ma trust again I swear Audemars might fuck up your eyes yeah I bust down a piece of the pie yeah I wanna speed off in a Cayenne Speed off in a Cayenne I got a cup full of Hi-Tech Have a pool party with the posse Pool party with the posse We be the talk of the topic These fuck niggas don't where the drop at Uh They won't want us ridin' in the drophead And he mad that my bitch got a Masi' 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 Let a nigga touch my chain fuck it nigga kill him fuck it they can 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