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

We got London on da Track

You mad nigga, 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

Fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain

That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him

Fuck it, they can't take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch

I know they gon' shoot shit 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 niggas know, run up them numbers

Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)

Run up them numbers

Okay, see 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 spend 500 hunnid on Prada tee

Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas

Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat

I made some calls, you can't cop the fleet

Gotta be a antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

You mad nigga, 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

Fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain

That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him

Fuck it, they can't take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch

I know they gon' shoot shit 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 niggas know, run up them numbers

Fuck it, run up them numbers, yeah

Fuck it, I ran up the numbers

Piped her like a plumber

And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)

I paid all the debts to your honor

Then went and got some commas, some commas, some 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

Said 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 I'm not next

I'm like look at me now, I've been runnin' up

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 fuck up your eyes, yeah

I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah

I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (Speed off in the 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 fuck niggas don't where the drop at

They won't want us ridin' in the drophead

And he mad at my bitch got a Masi'

You mad nigga, 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

Fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain

That lil' nigga touch my chain, fuck it nigga, kill him

Fuck it, they can't take me away

I got my dawgs in this bitch

I know they gon' shoot shit 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 niggas know, run up them numbers

Fuck it, run up them numbers