On the Wheel

What's the deal
I'ma chill when I get hundred mill
I'ma get a big crib like uncle phil
Fuck it, ima crack the pints of the seal
When I pull up, you can see the fish gills
Watch me peel off in that brand new wheel
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel

No hands, on the wheel
I'm too ill, somebody call dr. phil
Ima pour the pints of the seal
Yes I will, yea I'm out for the kill
Ima chill when I get two hundred mill
Rob a youngin' when I go platinum still
How I feel
They're like chill
I'm too trill
In the field
Yea I yield
Give no fucks
What they talking about, yea I'm flexing up
Purple in my cup, yea I'm smoking dutch
Choppers folding up, pull up to your hood
I hit holly wood, turn that shit to holly hood
I hit holly wood, turn that shit to holly hood

What's the deal
Ima chill when I get hundred mill
Ima get a big crib like uncle phil
Fuck it, ima crack the pints of the seal
When I pull up, you can see the fish gills
Watch me peel off in that brand new wheel
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel

God damn, this shit is real
God damn, this shit is real
Keep it trill, all up in the ville
That's just how I'm built
Smooth just like silk
Yea they full of guilt
Your pockets need refill
I'm a spill the bills
Eating fat meals
Let's go get these deals
Let's bring in these mills
Bad bitch on my grill
Must want to get drilled
You can see the fish gills
And my brand new grills
Yea it match my wheels
I'm out for the kill
Promise ima chill
When I get two hundred mill
Skirt, skirt skirt no hands on the wheel



Credits
Writer(s): Cesar Almaraz
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