Rae Sremmurd ft. Future - Activate Lyrics

(Jaxx wins)
(Go 'head, ho)
Yeah (crack)
Hey
Shit, make it rain (activate)

Activate, activate, activate, activate
Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas)
Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga 'cause I graduated (yeah)
I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin'
I'm like a movie star without the role play (role play)
I remember back in the old days (back in the old days)
I don't got no heart, I need X-rays (X-rays)
I'm not normal no more

Yeah
Fly her out to skyami, she activated
I gave her a Zanny, she was activated
I'm tryna sing off her panties, she gettin' activated, ah
Take her to the Webster, let her get activated, yeah
Put her on a schedule, now she activated, yeah
Let her fuck these racks up, fuck the calculation
I bet she jump inside this coupe, she gon' get activated
8-inch heels, Jimmi Choos, shawty activated
I get in mood if I can choose and say she activated
Had to switch positions like a six-speed
Top of the Mondrian, we gettin' privacy
Look like a strip club in my hotel suite
Got empty bottles and models, my heart empty
Swear she hit the lotto the day she met me
I'm higher than a sky scrapper, I don't want her no more
Told her, play with her vibrator, I don't want her no more
Got a bad bitch on a bad bitch, that's rival

Activate, activate, activate, activate (yeah)
Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas)
Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga, 'cause I graduated (yeah)
I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin'
I'm like a movie star without the role play (role play)
I remember back in the old days (back in the old days)
I don't got no heart, I need X-rays (X-rays)
I'm not normal no more

Ballin' in the chip (chip)
Eatin' off the floor like a fucking picnic
Million on the Cash App, plastic tip (tip)
When you count it, yeah, hope you get a stiff wrist (oh)
One strike, two strike, three strikes, you're out
Pin stripes, Louis V, standin' on the dugout
Turnpike, dirt bike, swerve left, swerve right
Activate, activate, kamikaze bombs-flier
Babygirl, I'm gone out my brain (look at me)
Baby, you got ass I can take (I can take)
Hit you on the seat, ah yeah, leave a stain (yeah)
ESPN, baby, yeah, I was in the game (yeah)
Can't let this shit go to your brain (brain)
Live of to the hype, we the hype, that's on gang (gang)
Knockout diamonds hit, I mean Johnny cage
Playa shit baby girl, I'm walkin' with a cane

Activate, activate, activate, activate
Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas)
Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga, 'cause I graduated (yeah)
I put bad bitches with bad bitches call it match-makin'
I'm like a movie star without the role play (role play)
I remember back in the old days (back in the old days)
I don't got no heart, I need X-rays (X-rays)
I'm not normal no more

Aye, I'm not human no more
I'm passin' out the Ls, 'cause I ain't losin' no more
Activate, I'm the one who holds the remote
Demons knockin', I would never open the door
All I see is opportunity around me
Louis V trench coat, models do surround me
You can save the bullshit for the birds
Started in them 'partments, but we took it to the burbs
These Cartier prescription, yeah, I'm lookin' like a nerd
I don't got no heartbeat, can you call the nurse?
Overweight pockets, yeah, I'm out of shape
I can't wait, I need what I'm owed today
I always show up early, I ain't never late
Out in Paris and we ordered up the wagyu steak
I never saw nobody come up off of hate
Bulletproof my SUVs, now they can't see my face
I'm still the same person when I'm out of state
And it's my destiny to win, no, you can't change my fate

Activate, activate, activate, activate
Only smokin' gas and a nigga call it elevate (only smokin' gas)
Only ridin' foreign engines, nigga, 'cause I graduated (yeah)
I put bad bitches with bad bitches, call it match-makin'
I'm like a movie star without the roleplay (yeah)
I remember back in the old days (back in the old days)
I don't got no heart, I need X-Rays (X-Rays)
I'm not human no more

I'm not human no more
Whoa
Yeah
We're makin' snow angels in that money, baby, I got more

Yeah (crack)
Hey
Shit, make it rain