Last Minute - BlueBucksClan, Lil Yachty

V12, yeah I chose to go fast in it

Tinted up, bet I got something bad in it

Prada store, I go crazy like I’m mad in it

I can have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute

Hanging with them lame ass niggas I can’t bear with

I’ll stuff four grams in my wood, I don’t tear shit

Top of the mountain, big cabin, feel the air hit

Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks

Everywhere I go bitches asking who I’m there with

Whatchu mean who I’m with, bitch you too nosy

Run around the lobby like my brother first name Cody

Fuck it, run around the lobby like Mr. Moseby

Made another open nigga, I don’t even wear Oakleys

Ride around with a ski mask like my name’s Stokely

Niggas tryna give me game, but you can’t coach me

Ride round on some bad grades like I didn’t study

Got to dial all regardless, I don’t need buddies

Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy

Closed the curtains in the double R, it got too sunny

Let these little niggas know what’s up like I’m Bugs Bunny

Lotta blues and I still count it, it’s that blood money

Told her if she love me gotta suck it till her nose runny

Dropped so many lines in this cup, damn I’m so clumsy

Said them VVS’s but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy

Twelve hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody

I been out cheating all day, hey I’m home honey

Yeah she kinda bad but I told her, it’s the throat for me

In the A with Yachty, yeah I told em bring a boat for me

Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me

Thirty two hundred dollar jacket, it got cold for me

Real stepper, I got coins on my toes

Bout to try being faithful, I got bored with these hoes

I ain’t got to book the gear with these ho’s

I won’t let her spend the night, how you live with that hoe?

I ain’t got a shit to give to these hoes

Make her leave in the same dress she came in

Everybody love me, they love me just like Raymond

Talk just like a shaman

Cartiers not no Raybans, bitch

Claiming that they real but they whole body fake

Woke up to the thickest bitches, let me be your prada bae

You can fuck, you can suck, I can’t take you on no date

All my bitches mad about my other hoes, I need a break

Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt I went Bape

Niggas clout chasing, pillow talking hoes, that shit gay

YSL, they gone walk me through the back, better not play

I’m in Prada, they keep yelling «Welcome back» like I’m Ma$e