RAVER Lyrics

Yeah

This bitch broke my heart so many times I had to tell her that it's over

Whoa

Bitch, fuck these hoes talkin' bout

Ha, ha

Let's go

I don't give a fuck about that hoe right now, I'm finna go and turn this shit up (Turn it up, turn it up)

Tryna make a whole M out my sound, you know I won't give up (No)

Keep smoking gas by the pound, you know I can't let up (Let's go)

That bitch yeah she love to come around, she can never get enough

Okay, I hate that bitch when she calling, she only call when she need me (Hoe)

Mad cause a young boy ballin', I spent a hundred racks all on my VV (Shine)

Money keep calling my phone, I do this shit man you gotta believe me (Yeah)

Told that bitch leave me alone, I get the racks, I don't play for the g-league (Let's go)

Money tall (Uh)

Young boy like to ball (Yeah, yeah)

At the mall (Uh)

Imma cop it all (Let's go, let's go)

I spent one hundred racks right on my chain (What)

I spent two hundred, that's all on my tee (Rackie)

I heard your bitch she be calling my name (Yeah)

I swear that bitch don't even know me (Aye)

I done came a long way, I done made it through the snow (I had to go up)

Had to stack my cake, had to stack up on my dough (I had to go)

No I won't delay, we gon' kick down all your doors (Yeah)

Push up on my weight, we gon' send your ass to war (War)

I do not care about that bitch cause that bitch she want money, she be fucking for them hundreds (Let's go)

I told that bitch to get off my dick, she can suck it, told that bitch she getting nothing (No)

I can't trust a hoe, these bitches be cap yeah these bitches be bluffing

I just pulled up in an all black Rolls, all black seats look like tuscan (Let's go)

And you know you not my hoe, no more we, no more loving (Damn)

I can not go back to loving again (No)

I hit that bitch and we no longer friends (No, no)

Said she be lovin' when I'm in that Benz, I'm in that wide-body two seater (Skrt, skrt)

Come with me at my end, dressed in all black feel like the reaper

I don't give a fuck about that hoe right now, I'm finna go and turn this shit up (Turn it up, turn it up)

Tryna make a whole M out my sound, you know I won't give up (No)

Keep smoking gas by the pound, you know I can't let up (Let's go)

That bitch yeah she love to come around, she can never get enough

Okay, I hate that bitch when she calling, she only call when she need me (Hoe)

Mad cause a young boy ballin', I spent a hundred racks all on my VV (Shine)

Money keep calling my phone, I do this shit man you gotta believe me (Yeah)

Told that bitch leave me alone, I get the racks I don't play for the g-league

Yeah

Let's go