Текст песни
Friction from my records spinning , Started a fye
I be smokin
Levitating
Gettin up with the sky
When they ask me how I’m doin
I jus say that I’m fine
Like
Uh
To be honest
Baby
I ain’t doin a lot
I be pullin in Chevy
With no miles
Yea
It’s straight off the lot
With these rhymes
That I’m spittin
Yea it’s straight off the top
Like I’m chillin yo girl
She ain’t talkin
She get str8 to the top
Aye
She get Straight to the top
Like we winnin all the time
Aint no reason to stop
Like a fancy whip inside bitch
I make the top drop
Aye
And the question is why
Why u aint pass the blunt
Bruh I’m tryna get High
Never listen to my songs
But u say that they fye
Always doin shit
Baby
But u never comply
Like
Mm
U
Got nun to prove
U got nun to lose
Pullin up fully suited
Jus to come here and lose
I roll me up 2 blunts
And I go with the groove
Aye
Aye
I be chillin in the backseat
2 Bad bitches roll me up
Mary Kate Ashley
Diamonds dancin on her
Nails
Done fancy
Posted inna forest
In the Antes
Aye
I told her
Shit
Can get spooky
And
I’m boutta ghost
Like she starin at my chain
She like the way that it glow
I’m like Ight girl
Uh
Pull up drivin it slow
Like
Hands on wheel
And one on the hoe
When the light turn green
Imma step on the floor
Crusin down the sunrise
With a thick ass hoe
Aye
[hook 2]
Like
You can feel the friction
From my records spinnin
Cuz it started a fye
I be smokin
Levitating
Gettin up with the sky
When they ask me how I’m doin
I jus say that I’m fine
I told her
I be big chillin
I be sippin on wine
Like I’m countin up cash
What I do all the time
I been thinkin bout u
I been missin yo face
I’m tryna get inside yo lane
So we can
Win in this race
