Yung
Cruising, everything under control
Losing control of my mind, never my soul
Pulling wet bitches, like fishes, let em go
Reminiscent young Coz, how I glow on these hoes
Make you think of young Hov how I rap about da dope
Known to keep a blunt rolled, so I rap about da smoke
Sometimes
I go back and forth about da flows
Crunch time, pass a nigga the rock
I bet I score
Whole time, I'm posed to be sumwhere else, I'm in the yo
Posed to be shooting a video, I'm blowing dodie wit the bro
And my boo and we boolin
She sweet like chin music
Pac Man, I keep moving
Pack in, time to move it
Packed up old friends, memories still exclusive
Hot box a U-Haul, the top of my todo list
Draggin bitches like Ru Paul, up off my dick
Me and my whole crew ball, you setting picks
We winning
I'm winning
See it clearly 20, 2020 televisions
By the time I'm 60 my kids gone already have hella millions
Separate the authentic, from the bullshit
Did that shit and there I was dolo, and clueless
I ain't mad no more, but I ain't no matador
I ain't putting up wit niggas bullshit, full clip
That shit is dead
Chance the Rapper, playing in my head
Drop a tab of acid
Jye he laughing, like my nigga now you see what I'm saying
Rapping ain't my passion I just got a passion for it
I'm really tryna stack cash amounts I never had before
Stuff them bitches in the hardwood bathroom floor
How I'm ballin on the hardwood niggas ain't tryna pass no more
This bitch keep gargling on my hard wood
A nigga ain't never even have to ask the whore
Rap is finna take a dirt nap, fuck you think I brought this casket for
Aw lord
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Separate the real niggas from the all that fu shit
Separate myself now I'm lonely, cooling
Thinking how things used to be, just crusing
Cruising, evereything under control
Losing control of my mind, never my soul
Pulling wet bitches like fishes let em go
Bitches pullin on me like billards lemme go
Cruising, evereything under control
Losing control of my mind, never my soul
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Separate the real niggas from the all that fu shit
Separate myself now I'm lonely, cooling
Thinking how things used to be, just crusing
Losing control of my mind, never my soul
Pulling wet bitches, like fishes, let em go
Reminiscent young Coz, how I glow on these hoes
Make you think of young Hov how I rap about da dope
Known to keep a blunt rolled, so I rap about da smoke
Sometimes
I go back and forth about da flows
Crunch time, pass a nigga the rock
I bet I score
Whole time, I'm posed to be sumwhere else, I'm in the yo
Posed to be shooting a video, I'm blowing dodie wit the bro
And my boo and we boolin
She sweet like chin music
Pac Man, I keep moving
Pack in, time to move it
Packed up old friends, memories still exclusive
Hot box a U-Haul, the top of my todo list
Draggin bitches like Ru Paul, up off my dick
Me and my whole crew ball, you setting picks
We winning
I'm winning
See it clearly 20, 2020 televisions
By the time I'm 60 my kids gone already have hella millions
Separate the authentic, from the bullshit
Did that shit and there I was dolo, and clueless
I ain't mad no more, but I ain't no matador
I ain't putting up wit niggas bullshit, full clip
That shit is dead
Chance the Rapper, playing in my head
Drop a tab of acid
Jye he laughing, like my nigga now you see what I'm saying
Rapping ain't my passion I just got a passion for it
I'm really tryna stack cash amounts I never had before
Stuff them bitches in the hardwood bathroom floor
How I'm ballin on the hardwood niggas ain't tryna pass no more
This bitch keep gargling on my hard wood
A nigga ain't never even have to ask the whore
Rap is finna take a dirt nap, fuck you think I brought this casket for
Aw lord
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Separate the real niggas from the all that fu shit
Separate myself now I'm lonely, cooling
Thinking how things used to be, just crusing
Cruising, evereything under control
Losing control of my mind, never my soul
Pulling wet bitches like fishes let em go
Bitches pullin on me like billards lemme go
Cruising, evereything under control
Losing control of my mind, never my soul
Separate the bullshit from the authentic
Separate the real niggas from the all that fu shit
Separate myself now I'm lonely, cooling
Thinking how things used to be, just crusing
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Writer(s): Ra'id Freshie
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