Numbers (Explicit)

[00:00.00]A Boogie wit da Hoodie、Roddy Ricch、Gunna、London On Da Track - Numbers(Explicit)
[00:00.92]Written by:Artist Dubose、London Holmes、Rodrick Moore、Sergio Kitchens
[00:12.87]We got London on da Track
[00:14.12]A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
[00:14.72]You mad n***a your adrenaline rushin'
[00:16.62]It feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith
[00:18.23]Got my head to the ceiling want me in my feelings
[00:20.34]Only got me feelin' a way
[00:22.03]I ain't sayin' I'm addicted Adderall prescripted
[00:23.93]F**k it 'cause I don't feel the pain
[00:25.58]Let a n***a touch my chain f**k it n***a
[00:27.43]Kill him f**k it they can take me away
[00:28.80]Roddy Rich:
[00:29.05]I got my dawgs in this b***h
[00:30.51]I know they gon' shoot s**t up
[00:32.15]And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
[00:34.01]Walked him outside now he got the llama
[00:35.77]I took that Maybach where the J's at
[00:37.98]Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
[00:39.56]All my n***as know run up them numbers
[00:41.51]F**k it run up them numbers
[00:43.02]Yeah
[00:43.52]A Boogie Wit da Hoodie+Roddy Ricch:
[00:43.94]Run up them numbers
[00:44.88]OKC you don't want no thunder
[00:46.69]The old Tracy McGrady the one
[00:48.41]OKC you don't want no thunder yeah
[00:51.08]Christian the sweater
[00:51.95]Okay Christian Dior the sweater
[00:53.82]The double R came with the umbrella
[00:55.91]When I put the hoodie on it get realer yeah
[00:57.52]Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
[00:59.07]Got some little homies got some prodigies
[01:00.84]And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
[01:02.92]Made it out the projects poppin' overseas
[01:04.62]Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
[01:06.33]I make some calls you can't cop the fleet
[01:08.34]Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
[01:11.57]A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
[01:12.22]You mad n***a your adrenaline rushin'
[01:14.19]It feel like a bus but I'm whippin' the Wraith
[01:16.00]Got my head to the ceiling want me in my feelings
[01:17.95]Only got me feelin' a way
[01:19.35]I ain't sayin' I'm addicted Adderall prescripted
[01:21.55]F**k it 'cause I don't feel the pain
[01:23.11]Let a n***a touch my chain f**k it n***a
[01:24.86]Kill him f**k it they can take me away
[01:26.26]Roddy Rich:
[01:26.51]I got my dawgs in this b***h
[01:27.96]I know they gon' shoot s**t up
[01:29.75]And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
[01:31.50]Walked him outside now he got the llama
[01:33.41]I took that Maybach where the J's at
[01:35.51]Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
[01:36.97]All my n***as know run up them numbers
[01:38.98]F**k it run up them numbers
[01:40.33]Gunna+A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
[01:41.05]F**k it I ran up the numbers
[01:42.41]Piped up like a plumber
[01:43.26]And sold all the bundles
[01:43.96]Sold all the bundles
[01:44.48]I paid off the debt to your honor
[01:45.98]And went got some commas and commas and commas
[01:47.73]Racks
[01:48.28]You let it get to your head yeah
[01:49.83]I remember when you was a runner
[01:51.14]You was a runner
[01:51.85]I heard you got snatched by the feds yeah
[01:53.45]Say you willin' to tell 'em whatever
[01:54.74]Yeah
[01:55.04]I still be killin' in projects
[01:56.61]Even though I been runnin' them numbers up
[01:58.44]They used to tell me I'm not next
[02:00.28]I'm like look at me now
[02:01.25]I'm in front of them
[02:01.99]And I just hope you never set me up
[02:03.69]My lifestyle too irregular
[02:05.58]And I don't know how I'ma trust again I swear
[02:07.77]Audemars might f**k up your eyes yeah
[02:09.66]I bust down a piece of the pie yeah
[02:11.50]I wanna speed off in the car yeah
[02:12.96]Speed off in a car yeah
[02:13.76]I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
[02:15.16]Have a pool party with the posse
[02:16.42]Pool party with the posse
[02:17.33]We be the talk of the topic
[02:18.43]These f**k n***as don't where the drop at
[02:20.27]Uh
[02:20.43]They won't want us ridin' in the drophead
[02:22.07]And he mad that my b***h got a Masi'
[02:23.82]A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
[02:24.26]You mad n***a your adrenaline rushin' it feel like a bus
[02:26.83]But I'm whippin' the Wraith
[02:27.66]Got my head to the ceiling want me in my feelings
[02:30.07]Only got me feelin' a way
[02:31.41]I ain't sayin' I'm addicted Adderall prescripted
[02:33.67]F**k it 'cause I don't feel the pain
[02:35.08]Let a n***a touch my chain f**k it n***a
[02:36.86]Kill him f**k it they can take me away
[02:38.17]Roddy Rich:
[02:38.37]I got my dawgs in this b***h
[02:39.82]I know they gon' shoot s**t up
[02:41.60]And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
[02:43.51]Walked him outside now he got the llama
[02:45.41]I took the Maybach where the J's at
[02:47.36]Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
[02:48.92]All my n***as know run up them numbers
[02:50.78]F**k it run up them numbers
A Boogie wit da Hoodie、Roddy Ricch、Gunna、London On Da Track - Numbers(Explicit)
Written by:Artist Dubose、London Holmes、Rodrick Moore、Sergio Kitchens
We got London on da Track
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
You mad n***a 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
F**k it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a n***a touch my chain f**k it n***a
Kill him f**k it they can take me away
Roddy Rich:
I got my dawgs in this b***h
I know they gon' shoot s**t 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 n***as know run up them numbers
F**k it run up them numbers
Yeah
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie+Roddy Ricch:
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
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
You mad n***a 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
F**k it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a n***a touch my chain f**k it n***a
Kill him f**k it they can take me away
Roddy Rich:
I got my dawgs in this b***h
I know they gon' shoot s**t 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 n***as know run up them numbers
F**k it run up them numbers
Gunna+A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
F**k 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 f**k up your eyes yeah
I bust down a piece of the pie yeah
I wanna speed off in the car yeah
Speed off in a car yeah
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 f**k n***as don't where the drop at
Uh
They won't want us ridin' in the drophead
And he mad that my b***h got a Masi'
A Boogie Wit da Hoodie:
You mad n***a 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
F**k it 'cause I don't feel the pain
Let a n***a touch my chain f**k it n***a
Kill him f**k it they can take me away
Roddy Rich:
I got my dawgs in this b***h
I know they gon' shoot s**t 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 n***as know run up them numbers
F**k it run up them numbers