Cruisin'

I was cruisin' down the street Just me (hey)
Impala feeling like Eazy E (hey)
Mask on trick or treat bitch
Ducking shots on Halloween shit
Forgiato whippin' all this money tippin'
If she love a nigga she gone have to lick it
Backend comin' in and it's like 20 digits
Feelin' like a gymnast how I up it flip

My nigga I'm keeping it zip (zip, zip)
I had that nine on my hip
Nigga i bust off the rip
I make my money do flips
I make yo girl do a trick
If i throw it down she gone strip
If she pick it up thats a tip
They waiting on me to slip
They waiting on me to slip
Holding on bitch i got a tight grip
Glock with a beam that's a night light shit
23's on got me like Mike bitch
Dye my hair blonde got me like spike bitch
Ice my wrist
Check my list
Loopty Loop diamonds they flippin and twist
Freeze my fist
Nigga you get the gist

I was cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
(yeah, yeah, hey)
Two bitches in the front i had two more in the back (no cap)
Meet me in the flesh i think my shit got a tap (bang bang)
Mr. Cut a bitch off i hope she don't get attached
Cause I was Cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two bitches in the front i had two more in the back (on god)
Meet me in the flesh (on god) i think my shit got a tap
Mr. Cut a bitch off i hope she don't get attached

Cruisin' down the street cruisin' down the street
Yeah Hoe I was
Cruisin' down the street cruisin' down the street
Yeah yeah, I was, And I did, And I was, And I am
Cruisin' down the street cruisin' down the street

2 door lamb I got money damn What the fuck you sayin'
On the gram Talking on the gram Pussy on the cam
Understand You don't understand I do it for the fam
Glock in hand I don't got no friends So they know where i stand
Hoe what you sayin' (hoe what you sayin)
My outfit a Rick (my outfit a what)
I just made 5 for a show so you know I can't beef wit no bitch
You spending yo shit I stack it and save it
My nigga I'm tryna get rich (ching ching)
Being broke wasn't part of the plan
And i ain't going back to that shit
(That's why)

I was cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two bitches in the front i had two more in the back
Meet me in the flesh i think my shit got a tap (on god)
Mr. Cut a bitch off i hope she don't get attached
Cause I was Cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two bitches in the front i had two more in the back
Meet me in the flesh i think my shit got a tap
Mr. Cut a bitch off i hope she don't get attached
(yeah, yeah cause I was)



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Writer(s): Edgar Key
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