[Intro]
We got London on da Track

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
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

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Rich]
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 hunnid summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers, yeah

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Roddy Ricch]
Run up them numbers
Okay, see you don't want no thunder
The old Tracy McGrady the one
Okay, see 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 hunnid thousand in my Prada jean
Got some little homies, got some Prodigy
And I spend 500 hunnid on Prada tee
Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the sea
I made some cards play and cop the fleetGotta be a antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
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

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Rich]
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 hunnid summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers, yeah

[Verse 2: Gunna & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Fuck it, I run up the numbers
Piped her like a plumber
And sold out the the [?]
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 fed, 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 or my lifestyle to a regular
And I don't know I'ma trust again, nice sweater, Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
Penis into the pie, yeah
I wanna speed off in the [?], yeah
I got a cup full of hi-tech
Have a pool party with the posse
We be the talk of the topic
These fuck niggas don't where the drop at
They all wanna ride in the drophead
And he mad at my bitch got a Mazzi

[Chorus: A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
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

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Rich]
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 hunnid summers
All my niggas know, run up them numbers
Fuck it, run up them numbers, yeah