Live Now
(We got brews)We got booze and blunts
So just cruise (Just cruise wit' us)
I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans (We got Brews and blunts)
She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me (So just cruise wit' us)
We got brews and blunts so fuck it just cruise wit' us (Just cruise wit's us)
It may be new to you but this is usual to us, like surprise
All she wanna do is fuck and spend money and get high
That's cool, I ain't never been a gentleman type of guy
I'm a one night, outstanding, give you a few of them xannies, have you out them Panties, yellin' you can't stand me, ass nigga
And I got accuracy of a Manning when I pull that trigger
And they been dirty dancin' since we been countin' figures
Go hard for my nikkas
Too much for these nikkas
Three high for these hoes
Paid too much for these clothes
I paid way too much for these clothes, to boost my ego, to take some hoes home
I don't even know them or where they goin' when its all over
Can't stay till the mornin', I brought you for the homies
Homies been movin' phony, why I been by my lonely
Tryna fuck up the bag
Runnin' off wit' my packs
And I just got a text from his bitch askin' what she can do for a sack
I'm finna tell his ass
I can give you three reasons why yo bitch wanna suck my dick (Three reasons)
For one, I move more petrol than a Phillips 66 (Please believe it)
For two, I put on all the nikkas in my clique (Or tried)
So she know I'm a real nikka, the third reason she on my dick cus (We got brews & Blunts)
I mean can't you see the fit Blood? (So just cruise wit' us)
This ain't no True Religion this APC selvedge denim wit' no rips
And the jean came straight from Japan
Kinda skinny to show off the big ol' racks and the pocket rocket in my pants
I hope you dig what I'm sayin'
Just cus I'm flexin' these bands, don't mean I'm a lick
If you think you slick, I hit up you and yo mans
Speedin' on my interstate smokin' big weed
Hotboxin', sunroof open, my Bentley look like a chimney
My ex just text sayin' she miss me
I'm gettin' head in a droptop wit' my hair blowin' in the wind like a frisbee
By the Arch sippin' on whiskey
Wit' a bad tender at the bar, thinkin' if I should respond like
I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high speeds, I ain't thought about yo ass in weeks
We got brews and blunts(I'm smokin' good weed)
So just cruise wit' us (Goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
We got brews and blunts (I'm smokin' good weed)
So just cruise wit' us (Goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me(I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high Speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
We got brews and blunts (She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me)
(I'm smokin' good weed)
So Just cruise wit' us (Goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
I paid way too much for these clothes, to boost my ego, to take some hoes home
I don't even know them or where they goin' when its all over
Can't stay till the mornin', I brought you for the homies
Homies been movin' phony, why I been by my lonely
Tryna fuck up the bag
Runnin' off wit' my packs
And I just got a text from his bitch askin' what she can do for a sack
I'm finna tell his ass
She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me
So just cruise (Just cruise wit' us)
I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans (We got Brews and blunts)
She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me (So just cruise wit' us)
We got brews and blunts so fuck it just cruise wit' us (Just cruise wit's us)
It may be new to you but this is usual to us, like surprise
All she wanna do is fuck and spend money and get high
That's cool, I ain't never been a gentleman type of guy
I'm a one night, outstanding, give you a few of them xannies, have you out them Panties, yellin' you can't stand me, ass nigga
And I got accuracy of a Manning when I pull that trigger
And they been dirty dancin' since we been countin' figures
Go hard for my nikkas
Too much for these nikkas
Three high for these hoes
Paid too much for these clothes
I paid way too much for these clothes, to boost my ego, to take some hoes home
I don't even know them or where they goin' when its all over
Can't stay till the mornin', I brought you for the homies
Homies been movin' phony, why I been by my lonely
Tryna fuck up the bag
Runnin' off wit' my packs
And I just got a text from his bitch askin' what she can do for a sack
I'm finna tell his ass
I can give you three reasons why yo bitch wanna suck my dick (Three reasons)
For one, I move more petrol than a Phillips 66 (Please believe it)
For two, I put on all the nikkas in my clique (Or tried)
So she know I'm a real nikka, the third reason she on my dick cus (We got brews & Blunts)
I mean can't you see the fit Blood? (So just cruise wit' us)
This ain't no True Religion this APC selvedge denim wit' no rips
And the jean came straight from Japan
Kinda skinny to show off the big ol' racks and the pocket rocket in my pants
I hope you dig what I'm sayin'
Just cus I'm flexin' these bands, don't mean I'm a lick
If you think you slick, I hit up you and yo mans
Speedin' on my interstate smokin' big weed
Hotboxin', sunroof open, my Bentley look like a chimney
My ex just text sayin' she miss me
I'm gettin' head in a droptop wit' my hair blowin' in the wind like a frisbee
By the Arch sippin' on whiskey
Wit' a bad tender at the bar, thinkin' if I should respond like
I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high speeds, I ain't thought about yo ass in weeks
We got brews and blunts(I'm smokin' good weed)
So just cruise wit' us (Goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
We got brews and blunts (I'm smokin' good weed)
So just cruise wit' us (Goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me(I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high Speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
We got brews and blunts (She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me)
(I'm smokin' good weed)
So Just cruise wit' us (Goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans)
I paid way too much for these clothes, to boost my ego, to take some hoes home
I don't even know them or where they goin' when its all over
Can't stay till the mornin', I brought you for the homies
Homies been movin' phony, why I been by my lonely
Tryna fuck up the bag
Runnin' off wit' my packs
And I just got a text from his bitch askin' what she can do for a sack
I'm finna tell his ass
She bouncin' ass on these designer jeans for me
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