Uploaded July 2018 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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original song: yes indeed by lil baby and drake

i sit in my garden and play stevie wonder
and get foot massages while clancy talk numbers
he threw me some game and i swear i wont fumble
might cop me a bronco to ride for the summer
marni the trousers
tell Risso to holla
the carnival sell out
the stadium dodger
i cut off some homies
but taco my brodie
until he score millions
i wont leave the goalie
might pass em the mittens
he never betrayed me
the e30 sitting
the 675LT my daily
the engine is stupid
i drive like a tutor
when i move, it moves
the transmission like Luda
now ketchup like packets
my new nigga pretty
your new bitch is tacky
like Busta Rhymes jackets
want smoke i can match it
the second hand action
we exhale u inhale
and asthma attack
t'ing off
niggas nauseous
as fuck, fuck u thought?
bitch its GOLF

shit going crazy i swear i go crazy
i never met him but shout out lil baby
*gibberish* i ran out of words