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

Numbers (feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna and London On Da Track) (Explicit) - A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie/Roddy Ricch/Gunna/London On Da Track

Lyrics 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