Treat Coastal - Sport Mode Lyrics

Motherfucker I got motive in my cranium
I make ya lady cum
Really what u trynna say to em
Prolly already done
She be clung to the kid cuz of who I have become

Ricky Bobby I ain't first Then I'm last
In a herse
As I pass
I up my racks
I'm in my bag
You in yo purse
Imma jam
Like a monstar
All these dollars like I'm sponsored
Your girlfriend she at my concert
In the front row puffin potter
Oh
She shake her knockers ain't no speaker
Know I got that reefer
Dealer
Blowing up my beeper
Stealing beer from Harris Teeter
Hit 2 licks like Derek Jeter
I'm sick like I'm a fever
Off the dome call up the leakers
She a 10 but ain't a keeper

Told em I was stepping on em said they understood
My homie chased that motherfucking bag right out the hood
She wanna go to Cali but her money ain't good
She like my dick on Christmas told her call it Hollywood
Got my racks up motherfuckers mistake me for ATMs
My Audi got that S mode I might fuck around and race a lamb
I'm serving shit like 8 a gram
They got beef we ate again
She said it's important now she talking like she late again
I'm rafting down whitewater they just on a lazy river
No one iller
Bitches bitter so they fingers stuck to Twitter
You a nuisance to my new kicks
How I gotta keep stepping on ya
Now every time I lace-up
All I feel is paranoia
Only coppin them red bottoms
So my shit can blend in better
I started up a group chat just to get my head together
It's whatever
So go and check the weather
They predicting that my rein gone be forever

Ricky Bobby I ain't first Then I'm last
In a herse
As I pass
I up my racks
I'm in my bag
You in yo purse
Imma jam
Like a monstar
All these dollars like I'm sponsored
Your girlfriend she at my concert
In the front row puffin potter
Oh
She shake her knockers ain't no speaker
Know I got that reefer
Dealer
Blowing up my beeper
Stealing beer from Harris Teeter
Hit 2 licks like Derek Jeter
I'm sick like I'm a fever
Off the dome call up the leakers
She a 10 but ain't a keeper

Tatted-up my wrist
I catch it then assist
I know my brothers got me when I pass it they don't miss
She blow it like a kiss
She blow it like a wish
And when I finally finish had her talking with a lisp
That's the way it go
I ain't popping off cuz I been laying low
I left that bitch on read
But that was like a day ago
They know I'm too loud and I ain't talking bout the stereo
Ain't cashing on a crib until that house look like Lil Terrio
I'm talking bout them fat cribs
My bitch shop at Saks Fifth
Playing with them sticks
I ain't talking bout no lax bitch
Only Superstars up on my feet
Wake up make some money then repeat
I run shit like Obama
I'm a goat
U just a llama
Bitch, u sucked up my whole paycheck
I should nickname that bitch Lana
She came through swinging shit reminded me on Ronda
Then I hopped up in my Audi disappeared like I'm Osama

Ricky Bobby I ain't first Then I'm last
In a herse
As I pass
I up my racks
I'm in my bag
You in yo purse
Imma jam
Like a monstar
All these dollars like I'm sponsored
Your girlfriend she at my concert
In the front row puffin potter
Oh
She shake her knockers ain't no speaker
Know I got that reefer
Dealer
Blowing up my beeper
Stealing beer from Harris Teeter
Hit 2 licks like Derek Jeter
I'm sick like I'm a fever
Off the dome call up the leakers
She a 10 but ain't a keeper