Lyrics:
these 308 rounds piercing prices
Got bullet proof heavily tested
Now look at you
You gon need 4
And an army
To harm me
I ride deep like Barney
With
Memphis (When You've Got the Blues)
(Written by Sonny LeMaire, Clay Mills & Rory Bourke)
(Barney Building Music, EMI Longitude Music, Rory Bourke
Yeah
Yo
I haven't felt this bad in a while
I could blow my brains out like Private Pyle
Stuck between a rock and a hard place in the muck
Wheels keep
vibes
Running out on your bad vibes
Don't tell me shit
Roll them, keep them high, yo
Catch be by anytime
And sitting down
Neat chilling boy
Keep
She's newly single , ready to mingle
Guessing she wanna fella with some cash she can dwindle
Moneybags with expensive suits, sporty set of wheels
You can tell by the stones on my neck
And my wrist and my ears
I'm doing my thing (ha, ha)
I said I've been doing my own thing
You can tell by my Benz
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour a fifth wheel bus back to the real world
Time to wake up and smell the anti freeze
(Give me, uh, plenty of that guitar)
Oh I've been traveling on a boat and a plane
In a car on a bike with a bus and a train
Traveling there
climbed up in that cab where I
Knew it'd be warm at the wheel
Well at the wheel sat a big man
I'd have to say he must of weighed 210
The way he stuck
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates
to you
You know that I would
No money lines my pockets now
But by the spring you know that it should
Well I just can't wait to catch that greyhound bus
a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
Feeling the three wheel motion any
Minute bus flip over
And we’ll be rolling in the
Road found dead in Oklahoma
Only hung over so he
Doesn’t notice what’s
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Fresh new
Summer's over, back to class, way before I had a sedan
Hit the bus stop and then glanced at the kids and then bam
I saw Brittany for the first time, I was
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
obligations on my plate
My bike where yo fifth wheel hang, might stop to ride the shit
Don't mean to flex, this shit cost more than your appliances
Always knew
be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
my eight bus
Cause y'all some tellers, opposite of bankers
I’m the shit for ages
My clip steel wheel … gangsters
Click still move like free masons
So
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