Lil Yachty, BlueBucksClan - Last Minute lyrics

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 wit
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 wit
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