Nick Van Exel

Ooweeeeee That was on point Uhn Nick Van Axel Nick Van Axel That shit throwed Back in the day I used to whip a 93 Lincoln town car It had a couple dings But it was mine That slab took me everywhere From A to Z I was trapping out the trunk With a Foreign on my mind Back when I was poppin pills Like Senior citizen Rolling hard Knockin brawds off Chasing dividends Pull up on the homies Smoke Then I’m in the wind again Watch on my wrist Got me feeling like Ben Tennyson Swangin lane to lane Moving state-to-state Just left the club at 4am I got a class At 8 But I ain’t trippin Told my fam I’ll be back Saturday Kuz I’m gon have to comeback home And reup anyway Ain’t seen it done like this Well let me demonstrate Oow Don’t hurt yaself tryna imitate Im the same G in the trap or chapel Getting to money While the trunk Bump and raddle I Swear I’m out here Grinding No Zzz's No sleep No zzz's No sleep No Zzz's No sleep Told the fam I got em You can lean on me You can lean on me You can lean on me my nigga Laid back behind tint, On the scene low key On the scene low key On the scene low key Same ole G in the trap or the chapel Dallas to L.A. like I’m Nick Van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Swangin Pull up on em Like a nicka herding Cattle Gripping wood grain Like the reigns On a saddle Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Swanging Pull up on em Like a nigga herding Cattle Gripping wood grain Like the reigns On a saddle Like howdy partner Bout my dollars All the haters better get Wanted from the South To the West I reckon I’m the shit From the D to Hollywood Like Axel Foley nicka Don’t matter where I swang The laws still roll a nicka Kuz I've got diamonds Up against the Wood I’m looking good I play to win And my bitch lookin Like A trophy nicka I been grinding all night I ain’t been to sleep My mama asked where I’ve been I’ve been in the streets I’m tryna get it out the mud Like some Dirty cleats. Stay on my grind whether rain Snow Or Sleet You’d have to be deaf and blind Not Notice me Juice overflowing Got fein'n for the potency I’m international They hate'n on me locally But I ain’t trippin When you shine That’s how sposed to be They just mad I’m still grindin No Zzz's No sleep No zzz's No sleep No Zzz's No sleep Told the fam I got em You can lean on me You can lean on me You can lean on me my nigga Laid back behind tint On the scene low key On the scene low key On the scene low key Same ole G in the trap or the chapel Dallas to L.A. like I’m Nick Van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Swangin Pull up on em Like a nicka herding Cattle Gripping wood grain Like the reigns On a saddle Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Nick van Axel Swangin Pull up on em Like a nigga herding cattle Gripping wood wheel Like the reigns On a saddle Haahn