A Boogie Wit da Hoodie – Numbers (Lyrics) feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna & London On Da Track

Numbers – A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Roddy Ricch, Gunna & London On Da Track – TunesCres

Numbers (Lyrics) – A Boogie Wit da Hoodie, Roddy Ricch, Gunna & London On Da Track – TunesCres
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Lyrics:
Numbers

[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
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can 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 that 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)

[Verse 1: 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

[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
Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it, nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can 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 that 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
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