| Cruisin', aye aye aye |
| In two whips wrapped the same |
| I'm movin', swang swang swang |
| I'm too lit can't be safe |
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| How you hatin and ain't got a car? (Mm) |
| I rock Rolex, not a Audemar (Mm) |
| Hit the corner and I'm slidin' off (Mm) |
| My own shit, what I'm vibin' off (Mm) |
| Don't like the rap wit the cap in it (Mm) |
| I like the shit with slap in it (Mm) |
| Grindin' hard just to stack digits (Mm) |
| My whole team we need black Bentleys (Mm) |
| Ok, I'm grindin' on the wake up, never takin' pay cuts |
| Baby, I've been caked up since y'all was rockin' Jacobs |
| Certified swanga, need a house with acres |
| Drivin' up the road, cars wakin' up my neighbor |
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| I bend the corner, Chanel my aroma (Mm) |
| I need a freak to fuck me like I wanna |
| White interior look like it's coca (Aye) |
| Tennis chains, I don't do gold ropas (Aye, uh, aye) |
| Cruisin' aye aye aye |
| In two whips wrapped the same |
| I'm movin', swang swang swang |
| I'm too lit can't be safe |
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| Sometimes I like to vibe and drive (Mm) |
| Car talks, have 'em all the time (Mm) |
| Got some shit to get up off my mind (Mm) |
| No destination, I just start and ride (Mm) |
| It's kinda crazy how the stars align (Mm) |
| Heavy pressure, is hard applied (Mm) |
| Since I've been rappin' still ain't charted high (Mm) |
| But I still win 'cause this heart of mine (Mm) |
| Ok, I know my day comin', feel it in my stomach |
| Never touched a million but count grands by the hundreds |
| I went platinum, still ain't got the plaque, ain't that something? |
| When I drive these the thoughts that cross my mind |
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| I bend the corner, Chanel my aroma (Mm) |
| I need a freak to fuck me like I wanna |
| White interior look like it's coca (Aye) |
| Tennis chains, I don't do gold ropas (Aye, uh, aye) |
| Cruisin' aye aye aye |
| In two whips wrapped the same |
| I'm movin', swang swang swang |
| I'm too lit can't be safe |
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