Just the Other Day

Mobbin in my black thang
To fuck a sweet thang
Driving 'round
With the top down
Smoking loud
Sippin Drop
Gettin top... from your bitch
She, in my crib
Tryna kick her out
I don't really need that clout
Just need, that fuckin money in my hand
Bitch step...
Into my land
Only real drivers know
Mobbin with my eyes low (Eyes low)
When i hit the sideshow
Got arrested and impounded
Did a little time though
Took a L
In the Santa Rita Alameda Jail
Came back.
Whippin in a 300zx
To the neck, smoke a wood, eating good,
Sippin tech
Out the brick
Lil homie came through with it
It (The lil homie P)

Tell me why these niggas trippin hoppin in my lane mane
Tryna figure out?... what ima spend
My cashflow stout...
Walking out
I got drugs i got bands whatever you desire
Watch the turnout
Of what you planned and putting out
The Plot thickens everyday
Got the most high with me but i still aint stepping out
Yeah
Tell me what you about baby
Tell me your ins and out
Separate bitch i got separation
On my inner doubts
Yeah
I can live without you
Been doing it years thoughout

Swervin
Bitch i be swervin
(Bitch im high)
(I be swervin)
(Bitch i be swervin)
4 AM bring them birds in
Swervin
All this money im perserving
Conserving
Slide in yo hoe like Kyrie irving



Credits
Writer(s): Arvin Arango
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