Numbers (feat. Roddy Ricch, Gunna and London On Da Track)

We got London On Da Track
 You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
 It feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
 Got my head to the ceiling
 Want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
 I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
 Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
 Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it
 Nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
 I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
 And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
 Walked him outside, now he got the llama
 I took that Maybach where the J's at
 Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
 All my niggas know run up them numbers
 Fuck it, run up them numbers (Yeah)
 Run up them numbers
 OKC, you don't want no thunder
 The old Tracy McGrady, the one
 OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah
 Christian the sweater
 Okay, Christian Dior the sweater
 The double R came with the umbrella
 When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah
 Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans
 Got some little homies, got some prodigies
 And I spent five hundred on Prada tees
 Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas
 Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
 I make some calls, you can't cop the fleet
 Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets
 You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
 It feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
 Got my head to the ceiling
 Want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
 I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
 Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
 Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it
 Nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
 I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
 And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
 Walked him outside, now he got the llama
 I took that Maybach where the J's at
 Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
 All my niggas know run up them numbers
 Fuck it, run up them numbers
 Fuck it, I ran up the numbers
 Piped up like a plumber
 And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)
 I paid off the debt to your honor
 And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)
 You let it get to your head, yeah
 I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)
 I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah
 Say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (Yeah)
 I still be killin' in projects
 Even though I been runnin' them numbers up
 They used to tell me I'm not next
 I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them
 And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular
 And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear
 Audemars might fuck up your eyes, yeah
 I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah
 I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (Speed off in a car, yeah)
 I got a cup full of Hi-Tech
 Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)
 We be the talk of the topic
 These fuck niggas don't where the drop at (Uh)
 They won't want us ridin' in the drophead
 And he mad that my bitch got a Masi'
 You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin'
 It feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
 Got my head to the ceiling
 Want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way
 I ain't sayin' I'm addicted
 Adderall prescripted, fuck it 'cause I don't feel the pain
 Let a nigga touch my chain, fuck it
 Nigga, kill him, fuck it, they can take me away
 I got my dawgs in this bitch, I know they gon' shoot shit up
 And my lil' brother turned to a drummer
 Walked him outside, now he got the llama
 I took the Maybach where the J's at
 Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers
 All my niggas know run up them numbers
 Fuck it, run up them numbers