Trains (with Lil Keed)

Ridin' in the Flying Spur, look up, I'm in the air (skrrt)
With my slimes, everybody got toolies
We well-prepared (well-prepared)
Man of my town, in my hood, I'm like the mayor (like the mayor)
Boardin' on a jet, I can barely walk up the stairs (up the stairs)

Fuckin' hoes, blow out her back on a Perc'
Eat me up, she treat my dick like dessert
Money and fame is a gift and a curse
People that's closest gon' hurt you the worst
I'm always booked, got no dates on my calendar
Livе in the states, I can send shots to Canada
Wholе squad is litty, we geeked, they can't handle us
Puttin' shit on stop and then pose for the camera

Yeah, I get bitches by the two
I fuck her one time then pass her to the slimes (slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic
Told my ex-girl that I'm doin' fine (okay)
Diamonds shinin' bright in the dark
You ain't gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (bling)
Careful where you step, don't step on my shoes
Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds

Paid a lawyer for the case
My brother got charges he can't erase (no)
AK's like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I'm doin' the race (skrrt)
My stick relevant, fifth generation
Got a Glock with switch up the day
Ain't tryna play God
But when it come to my opps, I'm choosin' they fate (Keed, talk to 'em)

Spazz, I pull up with a hundred round cutter
On the block and you niggas gon' tell
Yah, I spent 'bout one-fizzy on some chains
Just to say, "I wish a nigga dare"
Yeah, it's 'bout 50 niggas stuntin' on your block with the blicky
One of them killed

If a bitch catch me on the bel-air
Buddy, I'm dunkin' on the pussy, O'Neal
Yeah, I'm runnin' my route, catch a bag at the stop
Yeah, they call me Odell (slatt, ayy)

Yeah, you know we side by side, slime
Goin' all the way there, 'bout mine
Bet that hoe on my fin, that's a Hermès
I'm shinin', she like, "Who that with the blonde dreads?"
I'm grindin', I know where the dough at
I'm tellin' you, I'll never go back
To that Porsche, yeah, I'm rockin' a Rollie
I'm tellin' you, I'll never go back

High-class whips, high-class bitch, she suck my dick
Drank my spit, look at my wrist
You ain't gon' whack nothin', you ain't on Nick
I'm pressin' you animal lovers, I'm tellin' your OG
Better keep your dog on a leash (woo)
I'm tellin' these fuckin' niggas, diamonds slippin'
We killin' shit, go ahead and leave (let's go)

Yeah, I get bitches by the two
I fuck her one time then pass her to the slimes (slimes)
Got a new girl and she exotic
Told my ex-girl that I'm doin' fine (okay)
Diamonds shinin' bright in the dark
You ain't gotta turn the lights on or open the blinds (bling)
Careful where you step, don't step on my shoes
Go to war, we got sticks, all kinds

Paid a lawyer for the case
My brother got charges he can't erase (no)
AK's like Tay-K, if we get pulled over, I'm doin' the race (skrrt)
My stick relevant, fifth generation
Got a Glock with switch up the day
Ain't tryna play God
But when it come to my opps, I'm choosin' they fate



Credits
Writer(s): Amir Esmailian, Navraj Singh Goraya, Wesley Tyler Glass, Raqhid Jevon Render
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