Cross Country
Niggas know how I step in this bitch
Sneakers clean and my pockets is thick
My bitches mean just look at them hips
Getting green my bread moldy as shyt
You ain't never seen no one do it like this
Holey Moley Imma buy me a Roley
Remember when we used to ride in the stoley
Don't need nobody do it all on my doley
My bitch bad I treat her like my trophy
I hold her high cause she stayed by my side
When it's time to ride I know that she gonna slide
In the streets we like Bonnie and Clyde
Bet yet queen and slim
I would never let a pig sink his teeth my skin
I will always make my shot because I'm above the rim
I am an alien you can call me Ben 10
Look how my watch glow
It's like a light show
I am so hot like I was sitting on the stove
Remember when the cops pulled me over on poplar grove
I ain't have it on me but they swore I was selling dope
I won't tell on my bro's because I know the code
I want the money but I would never sell my soul
Time don't stop for no one we gotta go
Goin cross country I ain't worried bout the tolls
No one knew what it took to get here
I fear God and that's my only fear
Petal to the metal I got haters in my rear
Goin to the top the vision is very clear
Sneakers clean and my pockets is thick
My bitches mean just look at them hips
Getting green my bread moldy as shyt
You ain't never seen no one do it like this
Holey Moley Imma buy me a Roley
Remember when we used to ride in the stoley
Don't need nobody do it all on my doley
My bitch bad I treat her like my trophy
I hold her high cause she stayed by my side
When it's time to ride I know that she gonna slide
In the streets we like Bonnie and Clyde
Bet yet queen and slim
I would never let a pig sink his teeth my skin
I will always make my shot because I'm above the rim
I am an alien you can call me Ben 10
Look how my watch glow
It's like a light show
I am so hot like I was sitting on the stove
Remember when the cops pulled me over on poplar grove
I ain't have it on me but they swore I was selling dope
I won't tell on my bro's because I know the code
I want the money but I would never sell my soul
Time don't stop for no one we gotta go
Goin cross country I ain't worried bout the tolls
No one knew what it took to get here
I fear God and that's my only fear
Petal to the metal I got haters in my rear
Goin to the top the vision is very clear
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Writer(s): Devon Johnson
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