Widebody Songtext
von Rob49

(Cam Beemer made this?)
Yeah, uh
Phew (uh), shh
(Thuggin′ shit) yeah

Yeah, valet park this whip, sit it in the front, two hunnid thousand, huh (yeah)
Bulletproof the car, new Caddy truck ain't come with mileage, - (yeah)
The way he whip the dope up, think he beatin′ Betty Crocker, huh (beatin' Betty Crocker)
I made a million dollars, soon as I dropped out of college, - (yeah)

I could teach finesse (whoo), I could drop a check, nigga
When you bossed up with beaucoup money, make her - different (yeah)
How you throwin' V′s, but coppin′ pleas? - set trippin' (what?)
I ain′t comin' small, bitch, just the verse gon′ cost a 50 (yeah)

Love f- a nail tech, my broski black, she Vietnamese (yeah)
Now every time we need our nails done, we go for free (for real)
- know every time I get that bag, I split my slice of pizza (pop)
I'm that same young -, charge a hundun for a feature (pop)


I was goin′ over dude head and told my brother to peep game (yeah)
I know only reason she be tryna f- a V, her nigga lame
They know 4ski, he don't give a f- about a damn thing (yeah)
When my mom ain't had no car, I had to walk home in the rain, whoa (yeah)

Now look how I pop it (for real), I want it, -, I cop it (yeah)
I wear it, they gon′ cop it (yeah), I′m the newest hot topic (yeah), whoo
Have you ever seen a - catch a body? Don't tell nobody, huh (yeah)
Have you ever seen a young rich - come out the projects? - (for real)

Have you ever seen a young black f- Don Dada, -? (Poppin′)
Have you ever seen a young - clip full of -? (yeah)
Project -, chillin' with the pilot, -, we cockpittin′ (pilot)
Bro just caught a body, I told him chill, we havin' lawyer money (yeah)

Oh Lord, Jesus Christ, my pockets right, look at the ice, huh (for real)
I done f- on four bad hoes in one night, -(for real)
Bought my - Chanel, you know Chanaynay change her life, huh
- know shit for sure-sure suckin′ -, this ain't no might, - (private, -)

It's gon′ cost you 70 thousand for me to rock a mic, huh (private)
It′s gon' cost you 15 thousand for me to cop the flight, - (private, -)
I got real killers on private jets, we livin′ right, huh (private, -)
Everywhere we go, we got that brrt, don't lose your life, whoo (private, -)


(Yeah, you know what it is, man)
(Everywhere we go, got that brrt, only hittin′, you know what I'm sayin′?)
(Uh, you feel me?)
(Now pop it like they did now, sayin', yeah (yeah)

Hunnid K on jewels (yeah), hunnid K on dude head (whoo)
I just spent two hunnid K this month (yeah), make sure dude dead (brrt)
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him...)