Boatloads feat. Jack Harlow
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Yeah, uh
Yeah, kush god, bitch, uh
Soon as I started gettin' money, was over for lectures (right)
Hired lieutenants, worked the spot, and they overprotective (uh)
I told them niggas hold it down, let me work for a second
I had some packs and made it stretch like a yoga instructor (really)
Shit, I'm always finessin' (uh), it's a whole 'nother settin' (uh)
I have to double up on safes for this dough that I'm gettin' (right)
Plus I just got another 50, a whole 'nother blessing
Make sure you stack some away for march, it's a whole 'nother lesson
Had 'em over the edge and legend has it, drought hit
I had to show 'em magic (uh), charge high like they never had it
On God, spot cliquin', pack kickin' like Jean Claude
My mission, got the hood in their own bar
Come on, dawg, my onslaught
Way more John Blaze, you on, dawg
Trust I'm good, I want her mouth, you want her heart
I'm more on par
She double back to me all in all (uh)
On the low, though
She really couldn't wait 'til I was solo
You trippin' when you know that that's a mojo
I ain't never trippin' over old flows
DC girl like a lil' go-go
Plus she on my body, that's a GoPro
I always catch her creepin' under photos
They come a dime a dozen, talkin' boatloads
Boatloads, boatloads
When you from the city, they see you winnin', they hate it
Hard to be concerned when I'm laughin' and gettin' faded
I got 20 thoroughbreds, it be hard to just pick a favorite
She playin' with my hair and she asking if she can braid it
Drama got a residence, he in Vegas, he wanna take 'em
I was tryin' date her, but lately, she acting flaky
Maybe I'm mistaken and she ain't tryna be taken
I thought I was player, but damn, she might've played me (ooh)
I got a shorty out in DC
And she rock the '99 Ds with the primary colors on 'em
Turnt all summer on 'em
Ayy, forget about what you call 'em
On the low, though
She really couldn't wait 'til I was solo
You trippin' when you know that that's a mojo
I ain't never trippin' over old flows
DC girl like a lil' go-go
Plus she on my body, that's a GoPro
I always catch her creepin' under photos
They come a dime a dozen, talkin' boatloads
Boatloads, boatloads
Yeah, uh
Yeah, kush god, bitch, uh
Soon as I started gettin' money, was over for lectures (right)
Hired lieutenants, worked the spot, and they overprotective (uh)
I told them niggas hold it down, let me work for a second
I had some packs and made it stretch like a yoga instructor (really)
Shit, I'm always finessin' (uh), it's a whole 'nother settin' (uh)
I have to double up on safes for this dough that I'm gettin' (right)
Plus I just got another 50, a whole 'nother blessing
Make sure you stack some away for march, it's a whole 'nother lesson
Had 'em over the edge and legend has it, drought hit
I had to show 'em magic (uh), charge high like they never had it
On God, spot cliquin', pack kickin' like Jean Claude
My mission, got the hood in their own bar
Come on, dawg, my onslaught
Way more John Blaze, you on, dawg
Trust I'm good, I want her mouth, you want her heart
I'm more on par
She double back to me all in all (uh)
On the low, though
She really couldn't wait 'til I was solo
You trippin' when you know that that's a mojo
I ain't never trippin' over old flows
DC girl like a lil' go-go
Plus she on my body, that's a GoPro
I always catch her creepin' under photos
They come a dime a dozen, talkin' boatloads
Boatloads, boatloads
When you from the city, they see you winnin', they hate it
Hard to be concerned when I'm laughin' and gettin' faded
I got 20 thoroughbreds, it be hard to just pick a favorite
She playin' with my hair and she asking if she can braid it
Drama got a residence, he in Vegas, he wanna take 'em
I was tryin' date her, but lately, she acting flaky
Maybe I'm mistaken and she ain't tryna be taken
I thought I was player, but damn, she might've played me (ooh)
I got a shorty out in DC
And she rock the '99 Ds with the primary colors on 'em
Turnt all summer on 'em
Ayy, forget about what you call 'em
On the low, though
She really couldn't wait 'til I was solo
You trippin' when you know that that's a mojo
I ain't never trippin' over old flows
DC girl like a lil' go-go
Plus she on my body, that's a GoPro
I always catch her creepin' under photos
They come a dime a dozen, talkin' boatloads
Boatloads, boatloads
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Thomas Harlow, Sean Pompey
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