Sydney Sweeney Lyrics – Nine And Dex

[Intro]
(Omelette du fromage)

[Chorus: Handsome Dexter & NineOneShots]
I’m running it up, b!tch
Look at the whip
Glow on the dash, sub in the back
Uh, wood on the grip
Fu*k up a bag, Whitney
Did it again, Britney
Flipping a stack
The bigger the risk, the bigger the rack, Sydney

I’m running it up, bye b!tch
I drop a tonne on the whip
I hope you’re ready to die, b!tch
B.I.G, gun on my hip
Letting it off, ping
Golf swing, thumb on the grip
Slapping the Smith, Chris Rock
Bang, one in the clip

[Verse 1: Handsome Dexter]
She wanna rock, Jack Black, b!tch
Give her the D
I’m up in the cut, Rambo
Yo, spinning the Jeep
Modded the ride, she wanna drive
I’mma just give her the key
Hop up in the Wrangler
Banging the game, there’s nobody bigger than me

[Verse 2: NineOneShots]
Big in the game, Shaq
Shoot flames, bringing the heat
Swinging the chain, Black Star
Mos definitely
King of the hill, Hank

Run up a mill, bank
Bills, open the till
Grabbing the money, then hop in the passenger seat

[Verse 3: Handsome Dexter]
I’m spinning the wood grain
And puffing a stick of the budge, mane
My girl on my left got me feeling intelligent
Giving me good brain
I run up a cheque, Nike
Stepping correct, try me
Open the trunk and pull out the pump
Get stung in the chest, crikey

[Verse 4: NineOneShots]
Cash in the chest, Kate Price
Double the racks, pay twice
Try fu*k with the bag and I’m banging the double barrel on him times two
Late for the talk, Letterman
Left in a hole, Ketamine
If he wanna rock, then he can get rolled
I fill him with lead, Zeppelin

[Verse 5: Handsome Dexter]
My whip rocks, b!tch
They’re calling me Flintstone
I been in my bag like I lost my phone
Listening for the ring tone
I’m dropping the top, Kennedy
Banging the yak, Hennessy
I slap it in first, ’cause I’m on a wave
And I wanna cruise, Penelope

[Verse 6: NineOneShots]
I’m on a wave, surf board
Making it rain, Burt Ford
Nobody slicker, I took her to dinner
She gave me the cake, third course
Fill up a cup, Stanley
Growing the green, Randy
If he try fu*k with the doe
Then I’m popping a cap in his ass, Bambi

[Chorus: Handsome Dexter & NineOneShots]
I’m running it up, b!tch
Look at the whip
Glow on the dash, sub in the back
Uh, wood on the grip
Fu*k up a bag, Whitney
Did it again, Britney
Flipping a stack
The bigger the risk, the bigger the rack, Sydney
I’m running it up, bye b!tch
I drop a tonne on the whip
I hope you’re ready to die, b!tch
B.I.G, gun on my hip
Letting it off, ping
Golf swing, thumb on the grip
Slapping the Smith, Chris Rock
Bang, one in the clip