Yung Miami - Rap Freaks lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Hey, Don D, you a fool for this one) [Verse] I'm on a runway I don't see a Tory in my lane, I'm with the savages Drive the boat (Ha), sit on Megan face, ride it like a stallion Everything we do is on the low, fu*k social media I wanna take a flight with Durk, fu*k him and India (Durkio) Tryna go baby on baby, if I could fu*k 'em both, that'll be crazy (Haha) Future need to come and find this pussy like he Dora  (Pluto) Real hood b*tch, I ain't nothin' like Lori How you want it, we could rich or we could do somе drunk sex Have Meek spittin' in this cat like hе on FunkFlex Money bag I'm in the yo, I got a hit song I need a verse, come through, just leave your b*tch home (Haha) Pussy hot and ready bring it to you like it's DoorDash I can't even picture myself fu*kin' on lil' Kodak Many men wanna su*k this clit but I want 50 Cent (b*tch) I'll probably let Gotti hit 'cause he got them bricks Have Rod Wave singin' in this pussy like a funeral Put a ring on it, Tom Brady at the Super Bowl I'm real pretty and siddity, took a jet to a private island on a date with Diddy I like bad boys, no ho sh*t, Diddy let me put it in your face like them roaches (Like that) And put your rich ass to sleep, buenas noches (Goodnight, ni**a, hahaha, night, night, haha) [Outro] Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah