Widebody lyrics

[Intro]
(Cam Beemer made this?)
Yeah, uh
Phew (Uh), shh
(Thuggin' sh*t) Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Valet park this whip, sit it in the front, two hunnid thousand, huh (Yeah)
Bulletproof the car, new Caddy truck ain't come with mileage, n*gga (Yeah)
The way he whip the dope up, think he beatin' Betty Crocker, huh (Beatin' Betty Crocker)
I made a million dollars, soon as I dropped out of college, n*gga (Yeah)
I could teach finesse (Woo), I could drop a check, n*gga
When you bossed up with beaucoup money, make her f*ck different (Yeah)
How you throwin' V's, but coppin' pleas? n*ggas set trippin' (What?)
I ain't comin' small, b*tch, just the verse gon' cost a fifty (Yeah)
Love f*ckin' a nail tech, my broski black, she Vietnamese (Yeah)
Now every time we need our nails done, we go for free (For real)
n*gga know every time I get that bag, I split my slice of pizza (Pop)
I'm that same young n*gga, charge a hundun for a feature (Pop)
I was goin' over dude head and told my brother to peep game (Yeah)
I know only reason she be tryna f*ck a V, her n*gga lame
They know 4ski, he don't give a f*ck about a damn thing (Yeah)
When my mom ain't had no car, I had to walk home in the rain, woah (Yeah)
Now look how I pop it (For real)
I want it, b*tch, I cop it (Yeah)
I wear it, they gon' cop it (Yeah)
I'm the newest hot topic (Yeah), woo
Have you ever seen a n*gga catch a body? Don't tell nobody, huh (Yeah)
Have you ever seen a young rich n*gga come out the projects? n*gga (For real)
Have you ever seen a young black f*ckin' don dada, n*gga? (Poppin')
Have you ever seen a young n*gga clip full of—? (Yeah)
Project n*gga, chillin' with the pilot, b*tch, we c*ckpittin' (Pilot)
Bro just caught a body, I told him chill, we havin' lawyer money (Yeah)
Oh Lord, Jesus Christ, my pockets right, look at the ice, huh (For real)
I done f*cked on four bad hoes in one night, n*gga (For real)
Bought my b*tch Chanel, you know Chanaynay change her life, huh (b*tch)
b*tch know sh*t for sure-sure suckin' di*k, this ain't no might, n*gga (Private, n*gga)
It's gon' cost you seventy thousand for me to rock a mic, huh (Private)
It's gon' cost you fifteen thousand for me to cop the flight, n*gga (Private, n*gga)
I got real killers on private jets, we livin' right, huh (Private, n*gga)
Everywhere we go, we got that brrt, don't lose your life, woo (Private, n*gga)
[Bridge]
(Yeah, you know what it is, man)
(Everywhere we go, got that brrt, only hittin', you know what I'm sayin'?)
(Uh, you feel me?)
(Now pop it like they [?]) Sayin', yeah (Yeah)

[Outro]
Hunnid K on jewels (Yeah), hunnid K on dude head (Woo)
I just spent two hunnid K this month (Yeah), make sure dude dead (Brrt)
(CasBangz, he got that smoke with him)