Lyrics:
breaker
Fly across the country, catch boxes
Get money girls know my name well
The one that you'll never figure out
Waitin' out by my house tryna curse me
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
nobody
Makin' the eyes touch the back of your head
While I'm touchin' and rubbin' your body (body)
Makin' me love when you ride it
You hop on top
Delivered by a stranger
Peep game
Telling lies on my name
Never be the same
Said you'd always have my back
But pussy nigga you changed
Its like the saying
No, my brother, you've got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo
Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast and Furious franchises
Six projects, six
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
to the medal
See me flyin' down the street
And if you really want some problems then I'm drivin' to the beat
My middle finger to police
And Imma make my
the way it drives
But loves the way it parks
By the river in the moonlight
Listening to the AM station
'Cause the antennas missin'
She's my kind
on my hips, lips reactin'
Goosebumps, pumps in the air
Love like this is rare, so I don't even care
Say ooh, I need to make you happy
You just so black
through my head
Can't remember nothin' that the girl done said
She was a real queen you shoulda seen the one that got away
Back to back road drivin
then I'm gettin you back
Why you doin all this why you doin all that
I ride with some snakes cause you pussies be rats
All my fitteds is custom don't
catch a breeze by the river side (side)
Bet I change your mood with the moonlight (Moon light)
Or you can play this until you feel right (Until you feel
the fuck got cars for days
Crazy hoes and momo's with the 20-inch blades
Me and the Misses, drivin' Expeditions
The back stabbin' friends
(smooch) blowin'
always on my mind (ooh)
Either love me or
Stay in your lane (lane), stay in your lane (lane)
I'm on your brain, it's strange (strange)
You wouldn't
low-mid Skittle purple coupe I'm drivin' in (big boy)
(Kyjuan, where you getting them colors, are you dying them?)
Ten is my size in them, no point in
you ran the stop, word them pigs frontin
Yo tell like you tell 'em cousin we ain't did nothin
All they see is three blacks in a jeep with seats back
Egyptian kings, calisthenics change my posture
Who decides wore my denim love rarely extended
In this business you'll be finished before you start just
I want dollar signs by signing dotted line for X amounts
Member mama writing checks you cashed 'em early
They'da bounced
I know looking back it's
to one
But now I am sure of it
Know that you're worth lovin'
Drivin' down the 1
Sittin' shotgun to my love
When I'm alone again
Back on my own again
I
gave back
Put my all in this shit
Took my time with this shit
Can't you tell That I'm a thurl ass bitch
I done been there from the start
I done seen you
my receipt if I need, take it back
Not just the belt on my seat color black
Like Color Purple you Celie, feelin’ as small as an ant
If you got problems
support, you better not ask for shit
On my dead body
I remember wakin' up and seein' a dead body
And I can't go back on my word, that's on my dead body
back on you
It's kinda hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns their back
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful
That's by myself
Count on me man and nobody else
The miles that
I've gained
With the aim
Use my brain
Things change
Those memories you can't relive
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