PRIVITY (feat. ClarentKP)

King of the fast lane
The ballers of the city
Yo, hit me up turbo

(Gra-gra boom boom boom boom)
I got a couple of bitches biting
Fell in love and I didn’t want to
She’s got hers and I’ve got the friend
Tonight it’s gonna drop if the pressure guides
With the schemes, they’re plotting (brrrr)
I’m the leader, I’m the one in charge
Like the cartel, I’m the saint

Privity, privity, privity
The devils, criminal activity (yeah)
It disappears like bibiddi
Bobbidi pulled a strap, I’m working it with the pinky ring
I know they’ve never known how to make it memorable
I treated her like a princess, wrapped her up but then I left

A charm, looking for a hookup
My name echoes in there
All my diamonds VVS
I’ll send you to get that BBL
Shake that ass so I remember you
What do you want, the blue ones or the green ones?
You know who always bites (gra-gra boom boom boom)
The baller of the ballers, the bartender
Two hundred in ski masks, opponents go lifeless
My bitches are growing, the hustle even in daylight (the king of the fast lane)
My privity for all the killers, I keep breaking speakers
I fell for a bitch for a week and then-

[?] I took her to the woo
Passenger rolls me the woo
[?] A three hundred without a clue
And I got the crew that you want
They face us and they shit themselves
I hope they do everything they talk about
My boys in [?] get wild
We’ll drop you in the van and take you down
All the crew blinds you from the front
Your girls deny you from the back
A dirty one rolls the wallet
The glocks are all hyped up
Half a bitch, she’s a little classy
I hit it in the kitchen
I have a codeine addiction
And you should’ve come on top
You get hotter if a thug falls for you
I got twenty clips and I’m only rolling with two guns
They don’t believe in feelings just because their ex cries
They say they’re making bank, just want dick and balls
Baby don’t complicate it, you’re moving to Brickell
Tell him to stop fronting, it’s not the streets, get real
He only talks big online, saw us face to face and threw a fit
Your recipe’s bad, dude, it doesn’t even fold to Brickell

Privity, privity, privity
The devils, criminal activity
It disappears like bibiddi
I like to use the strap, I’m working it with the pinky ring
I know they’ve never known how to make it memorable
I treated her like a princess, wrapped her up but then I left
The sticks, criminal activity (yeah)
It disappears like bibiddi
Bobbidi pulled a strap, I’m working it with the pinky ring
I know they’ve never known how to make it memorable
I treated her like a princess, wrapped her up, but then I left (the king of the fast lane)

Hit me up, Clarent
Hit me up turbo (you hear me, ha-ha)
King of the fast lane
Hit me up pri (hit me up chef)
(Gra-gra boom boom boom boom)