Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Uzi Vert, brrt, yeah)
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone), yeah
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackeys, my good looks, like, fuck a handsome (Woah)
My money so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fuckin' plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackeys, my good looks, like, fuck a handsome (Woah)
My money so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fuckin' plans, son
I don't even know how I made it (Yeah, what?)
I was nervous, but I had patience (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, I'm the greatest (Uh, yeah)
I don't even know why I'm hated (What?)
Fuckin' hoes like, "Bye, bye, baby" (Yeah)
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
Fuck me, you get Mercedes
I like my girls from the hood (I like my girls from the hood)
I know I'm not nothin' good (I know I'm not nothin' good)
I know I'm misunderstood (Yeah)
I know that you're all alone
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone), yeah
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackeys, my good looks, like, fuck a handsome (Woah)
My money so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fuckin' plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackeys, my good looks, like, fuck a handsome (Woah)
My money so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fuckin' plans, son
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios (Yeah)
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (Ayy)
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial (Yeah)
And my circle tight just like some Cheerios (Yeah)
Fruity Pebble diamonds hittin' like a bowl of cereal (Huh)
Yeah, she ride me like a bike, she had me on Dave Mirra mode
Legends never die, I got on white so there's no burial
Now back up
Shawty give me brain, she got her master's (Yeah)
Pull up with ten whips like what's a Mazda? (Yeah)
My man's in a Ghost, I call him Casper (Woah)
I can't trust a—, no, I can't trust a
I know that you're all alone (I know that you're all alone)
That's why you tryna call my phone
That's why you tryna call my phone), yeah
I know that your feelings gone (I know that your feelings gone)
I'm a dog, you gon' feel this bone
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackeys, my good looks, like, fuck a handsome (Woah)
My money so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fuckin' plans, son
Got my racks up
Get her what she want, she throw a tantrum (Yeah)
Rackeys, my good looks, like, fuck a handsome (Woah)
My money so long, it's for my grandson (Yes)
I don't even have no fuckin' plans, son
