A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers (Lyrics) ft. Roddy Ricch x Gunna x London On Da Track

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🎶 A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Numbers (Lyrics) ft. Roddy Ricch x Gunna x London On Da Track

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🎤 Lyrics:

[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

[Verse 2: Gunna & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie]

Fuck it, I ran up the numbers

Piped up like a plumber

And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)

I paid off the debt to your honor

And went got some commas and commas and 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, say 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 me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them

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 a 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 (Uh)

They won't want us ridin' in the drophead

And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'

[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 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

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