CRUISIN SLOWLY (feat. NAIL BITER, SHORT FUZE & C3LESTE)

Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies Steady staying posted, chilling with my homies If you really know me, then you know I keep toasted Always staying high, up in the sky Cause I got that birds eye, always keepin it trucha Cause I ain't trying die, with my face on shirt Or be buried in the dirt, leaving my daughter hurt So if you try to murk me I'ma murk ya first I make them pistols squirt, yeah I put in the work Yeah I am calling up Leo, yeah I am calling up kxrpz Yeah I am calling up the gang, and your gonna get served Another body dropped, dropped dead on the block Yeah the foo got caught, got shot on the spot Yeah the word on the street, is that the homie had beef Now he got no teeth, that's just how it be Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies They confirmed aliens, but we've known that for a while I'm an alien too, it says illegal on my file I'm Afro-Latino, hope I don't get reported cops can't decide brutality or get deported Knock, knock, who's there short fuze is at your door I heard you talkin' shit, I wanna hear you talk no more I'll leave you alive, but with your vocal chords missin' no longer will a bitch made man be heard dissin Cruisin' slowly by your house armed with a 4-4 shots off, now your wife and kids dead on the floor Drinkin' rattlesnake venom got me faded as fuck what's up, you and your whole crew fresh outta luck We the ones who spit, fool, so what the fuck can you do? Sit around talkin' shit with your bitch crew Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies Ay, boogie man, Soze G, gon' tell you one time break his face with the side of my Glock, respect is finite We creepin' cause we found yo' ass Gon' die tonight, I'm off a sick one, foo I need some bodies in my trunk, that's right I'm with the homies and we steady sippin' up in the cut Some busta dead beat, bum, it's tryna flex, for what? It doesn't matter, finna stomp him till he splatter Kick his ass to infinity while the homies is laughin', I be the coldest Rapper out the 4-8-0, but you know this Evil Brown and COTV Records takin' control Bitch, I don't wanna hear it if it ain't about that dough trick Drop another hit, we movin' outta control With all this music, keep it rollin Ayy, we cruisin' down yo' block real slowly Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies