Lyrics Trap Rock - Nikkie Bandz

I'm in a turbo Porsche panoramic 911
We fuck up hunnids every day
They keep going away
Nigga this the new drip
I bought it and I own that
New Louis knapsack with them racks
They can't clone that
Gucci my backpack, full of snacks
Where my phone at
Take all of that cap back
Where yo racks
He don't own that
Golden locks on me
New Buscemi's got my feet up
All these racks on me
Her and her homey they ate me up

New Aventador
She like where we going?
Champagne in the stores
I just bought 10 pair Rick Owens
I'm in LA cause it's snowing
They don't know my whereabouts
Dropped 10 bands on her bag
Baby what's all the fuss about
No we 'aint never seen a drought
Blue hunnids we can just hand 'em out
I'm in cashmere, nigga that was last year
Championship rings on
We 'aint had a bad year
Threw Alexander McQueen on
Never check the tags here
Brought a bag here
Hunnids from like last year
Fuck it blow it all
Interior a Spalding ball
Diamonds ashy
That new Demon they can't pass me
I wrecked the red eye twice and that was last week

I'm in a turbo Porsche panoramic 911
We fuck up hunnids every day
They keep going away
Nigga this the new drip
I bought it and I own that
New Louis knapsack with them racks
They can't clone that
Gucci my backpack, full of snacks
Where my phone at
Take all of that cap back
Where yo racks
He don't own that
Golden locks on me
New Buscemi's got my feet up
All these racks on me
Her and her homey they ate me up

Money long here
We top of the class here
I just fucked her head up
Left her ass in last year
Runtz gas here
But the molly sand tan
She got zooted
Fucked her then got booted
Hunnids on some blue shit
Diamonds Finding Nemo
Hunnid racks in a bag
Just boost up my ego
Copped a 911 Porsche zoom
Interior color red like suhwoop
I turbo the coupe
Fuck on a thot
Then paint it flip-flop
She fell in love not with a scrub
She trying to lip lock
Rocking Givenchy kicks
Codeine my piss
Audemars wrist watch
Diamonds all around her ankles
Chanel flip-flops

I'm in a turbo Porsche panoramic 911
We fuck up hunnids every day
They keep going away
Nigga this the new drip
I bought it and I own that
New Louis knapsack with them racks
They can't clone that
Gucci my backpack, full of snacks
Where my phone at
Take all of that cap back
Where yo racks
He don't own that
Golden locks on me
New Buscemi's got my feet up
All these racks on me
Her and her homey they ate me up