Lirik

Slide around the corner 'cause I'm headed to the shop Grab a Fiji water, keep it on me like a Glock Watch the fuckin' thunder rumble rubber down the block Pull up in the foreign, Ralphie Lauren be the watch LANDSPEED Keep it on the downlow, shawty We don't gotta tell your man I don't need him getting mad when I spend ten bands on this hoe Running fast on that hoe, do a dash on that hoe And I'm dipping out fast, god damn, that was close When we pulling up, you know it's Landspeed boys Lava in the cut, got him setting up the decoys Seek until we destroy, geeking off a beam boy Steady slip and sliding, blacked out M3 boy God damn, you still hating while I'm formulating fortune You a fucking sloppy mess, throw your life into the toilet Ain't no way that shit is floating, you a victim to the poison I'm plotting my employment waxing up my automotive, yuh Nine life living, but I'm running out of luck Nine tails hanging out the black Benz truck Y'all run your mouths like I actually give a fuck Chasing bags, rings, bitches, Gekko gonna run amok Bitch, I'm riding sunset, day and night Time to smoke the skyline, Summertime 99, GTS 25 Pick it up, overdrive, I'm thriving off the red line She poaching on my Off-White, aye I keep the throttle up, clutch down, downtown Speed of sound, slim thick, foreground Nature background Heading to the compound Making sure the ass is round I knew she wouldn't let me down, aye Keep it clandestine (Slide around the corner 'cause I'm headed to the shop) Hide the Smith and Wesson (Grab a Fiji water, keep it on me like a Glock) Know this shit predestined (Watch the fuckin' thunder rumble rubber down the block) Speed boy perception (Pull up in the foreign, Ralphie Lauren be the watch) Keep a fuckboy guessing (Nine life living but I'm running out of luck) I know he only flexing (Nine tails hanging out the black Benz truck) My mind is a weapon (Y'all run your mouths like I actually give a fuck) Ya better learn ya lesson (Chasing bags, rings, bitches, Gekko gonna run amok) Keep it on the down low, shawty we ain't gotta tell yo mans I don't need him getting mad when I spend 10 bands On his hoe run it fast on that hoe Do a dash on that hoe then I'm dipping out Fast, goddamn, that was close When we pulling up, you know it's Landspeed boys Lava in the cut, got them setting up the decoys Seeking 'til we destroy, geeking off a beam boy Steady slipping, sliding, blacked out M3 boy Goddamn, you still hating while I'm formulating fortune You a fuckin' sloppy mess throw your life into the toilet Ain't no way that shit is floating, you a victim to the poison I'm plotting my employment waxing up my automotive, yuh
Writer(s): Chris Butler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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