SportVVS - Accidental lyrics

Aye CV, you cooked this? Y2, is that you?

We done pulled out the lot in the Benz, ho
So we know it's a rental
Yeah we gone let off some
Shots and they ain't accidental
And I came in her mouth like a nigga do
If a nigga run up, he gon' fold, pretzel
We pull up in that foreign, ouh, Tesla
And he ain't from around
Cause he knew better
Got a Rick Owens jacket, this new leather
All these bitches be boring, my hoe forеign
All my niggas gon' shoot and
You know they scoring
My diamonds dripping, you know they pouring
And I hop in the coupе and
You know I floor it
My niggas shoot with precision
Burberry shades so I see all the visions
Why the Canada Goose
You can see how I'm living
We gon' wet up the block
If we catching him slipping

And she is a hoe, I can't save her
Just like a card, you know how I trade her
Slide in all-black so I feel like Darth Vader
If it ain't about money I'll
Talk to you later
And he don't want smoke, no cancer
Bitch I'm balling like
I'm pouring the lean in my new Tropicana
And I'm sipping on Sprite
I don't fuck with the Fanta
And I'm moving like Michael, she Dirty Diana
I'll just keep on doing drugs
I go around and they don't show me love
I just came in with a whole lotta slugs
And you sip out the bottle, I sip out a jug
And I sip out the like I was a
And these niggas annoying, remind me of bugs
Not talking 'bout YSL, I'm with Young Thug
And I don't want shit
I do shit just because
And these niggas switch up like the seasons

I'm not a blood
But you know how they bleeding
My niggas shoot if you give 'em a reason
My niggas shoot like Trevor Ariza
And we got them
Italian bitch and she scream "Mama mia"
And she watching my moves, Mona Lisa
And we setting it up with Latifah
She hit my gas once and
She turned to a cheefer

We done pulled out the lot in the Benz, ho
So we know it's a rental
Yeah we gone let off some
Shots and they ain't accidental
And I came in her mouth like a nigga do
If a nigga run up, he gon' fold, pretzel
We pull up in that foreign, ouh, Tesla
And he ain't from around
Cause he knew better
Got a Rick Owens jacket, this new leather
All these bitches be boring, my hoe foreign
All my niggas gon' shoot and
You know they scoring
My diamonds dripping, you know they pouring
And I hop in the coupe and
You know I floor it
My niggas shoot with precision
Burberry shades so I see all the visions
Why the Canada Goose
You can see how I'm living
We gon' wet up the block
If we catching him slipping (Oh yaa)