cruise ctrl

No, don't go thinking I'm wanting her

She keep looking at me like she feeling me

Girl the way that you moving, the stuff you be doing

You trippin' out and it's killing me

Man, I swear to god you be trippin'

I can't even do it, my girl might go fuck on Tiffany

Damn and she tryna cut me off

No she cannot do it, no she cannot censor me

Mark your spot, that boy get X'd on

Send him to god, he finna get blessed on

I get the paper, I'm talking about Benjamin Franklin

Not talking about the one that you sketch on

He play dumb, get his head gone

He a crip but he loving on redbones

And now I'm hot, to reach him about my cheese

Move around with two phones

Move around like an island boy

Better aim for the head 'cause I keep my vest on

Get down like the backstreet boys

'cause the Glock make you dance but you better get your groove on

And I'm smoking on Za

Not talking about Za but the Cali weed, this shit is too strong

Fuck **** talking and we get it started

Pull up in a UHaul, you get your move on

And they know they ain't seeing us

You pour all your pain in that double cup

Wanna step? Ask yourself, are you good enough?

Wanna step? Ask yourself, are you hood enough?

If I hit up know Chris, know he pullin' up

And now you laid out, ain't no getting up

I'm with your girl in the bathroom and it sound like she throwing up

I drop that little boy, ain't no getting up

Shawty a horsey, told her giddy up, huh

My young **** fucking the city up

Fuckin' a granny, I had to tell her pick her titty up

He want a fiend

Not fucking with anything under eighteen

Just like pedophila

Met this badass bitch from the club

She like 5'3, I think her name Lydia

You know we unstoppable

Man it's impossible to stop us we for sure on the road

I stay to myself, stay off the medium

Chillin' ain't gon' play with the trolls

Goin' 100 in the i8, I pray to god we don't lose control

Know I'm on the paper chase

Might leave the whip on cruise control