Cruisin' (feat. YNG Tae)
Shawty feel the beat of that music
Then I tell her come a lil closer
Know that pussy, I'm bout to abuse it
Bend her over, all on that sofa
On the e-way, I was just cruisin'
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
It was me and Pablo, we was rollin' pasto
Dropped him off at the store, cuz that's where he would post
He was flippin' them bows in the heat, or the cold
Know it's on, tuckin' chromes, just so he'd make it home
Got popped for a zip, man why they do him wrong
Got my glock on my hip, cuz his name in this song
So you best hush yo lip, or I'm uppin' the pole
Get sent on a trip, man I'm gettin' you gone
Realizing, and fantasizing all my dreams
Sanitizing the money, cuz Covid-19
Gotta get to the paper, that's by any means
You try, and you die, Ima lift up and squeeze
Lately been focused, and havin' this motion
Double cup of koolina, I call that shit potion
Roll up a backwood, and I smoke till it's roaches
Then call up lil mama, she wet as a ocean
Aye, go get the green
She tryna fuck on the team
I give her dope dick, she a feind
I'm posted wit Lito, he keep him a glock and a beam
That's by any means
These niggas can't fuck wit my team
Can't count out G Pe$o, like Kobe, Kareem
If I oop it, you know what that mean
On the road doin' shows, we tryna win
We puttin' racks in our jeans
These niggas be fake, I can't fuck wit no snakes
Man I swear that these niggas be green
I roll up a wood, to blow off some steam
My mama she swear Ima king
I smoke this blunt to this face, man these niggas gon hate
They ain't as tough as it seem
Shawty feel the beat of that music
Then I tell her come a lil closer
Know that pussy, I'm bout to abuse it
Bend her over, all on that sofa
On the e-way, I was just cruisin
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
She all in her feelings, I ain't comin' back
Back then used to drill it, I'm killin' the cat
I'm gone off the thrax, and she look like a snack
Aye baby come here, put yo head in my lap
Get on top and she ride it, lil mama a freak
Got my glock, and it's cocked, Ima buss if you creep
Send a diss, make the list, we gon light up yo street
Took my bro, got me pissed, now this glizzy on me
Member broke as a joke, and she wouldn't reply
Now my dick in her throat, cuz she seeing I'm fly
In the whip I just float, and I'm high in the sky
They took my bro Blo, and I'm asking 'em why
These niggas disguising, they fake, and they liars
Can't put trust in these bitches, so why even try
I ride wit my fye, lift it up, if you try
So you best hit the floor, when them hallows start flyin'
Shawty feel the beat of that music
Then I tell her come a lil closer
Know that pussy, I'm bout to abuse it
Bend her over, all on that sofa
On the e-way, I was just cruisin
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
Then I tell her come a lil closer
Know that pussy, I'm bout to abuse it
Bend her over, all on that sofa
On the e-way, I was just cruisin'
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
It was me and Pablo, we was rollin' pasto
Dropped him off at the store, cuz that's where he would post
He was flippin' them bows in the heat, or the cold
Know it's on, tuckin' chromes, just so he'd make it home
Got popped for a zip, man why they do him wrong
Got my glock on my hip, cuz his name in this song
So you best hush yo lip, or I'm uppin' the pole
Get sent on a trip, man I'm gettin' you gone
Realizing, and fantasizing all my dreams
Sanitizing the money, cuz Covid-19
Gotta get to the paper, that's by any means
You try, and you die, Ima lift up and squeeze
Lately been focused, and havin' this motion
Double cup of koolina, I call that shit potion
Roll up a backwood, and I smoke till it's roaches
Then call up lil mama, she wet as a ocean
Aye, go get the green
She tryna fuck on the team
I give her dope dick, she a feind
I'm posted wit Lito, he keep him a glock and a beam
That's by any means
These niggas can't fuck wit my team
Can't count out G Pe$o, like Kobe, Kareem
If I oop it, you know what that mean
On the road doin' shows, we tryna win
We puttin' racks in our jeans
These niggas be fake, I can't fuck wit no snakes
Man I swear that these niggas be green
I roll up a wood, to blow off some steam
My mama she swear Ima king
I smoke this blunt to this face, man these niggas gon hate
They ain't as tough as it seem
Shawty feel the beat of that music
Then I tell her come a lil closer
Know that pussy, I'm bout to abuse it
Bend her over, all on that sofa
On the e-way, I was just cruisin
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
She all in her feelings, I ain't comin' back
Back then used to drill it, I'm killin' the cat
I'm gone off the thrax, and she look like a snack
Aye baby come here, put yo head in my lap
Get on top and she ride it, lil mama a freak
Got my glock, and it's cocked, Ima buss if you creep
Send a diss, make the list, we gon light up yo street
Took my bro, got me pissed, now this glizzy on me
Member broke as a joke, and she wouldn't reply
Now my dick in her throat, cuz she seeing I'm fly
In the whip I just float, and I'm high in the sky
They took my bro Blo, and I'm asking 'em why
These niggas disguising, they fake, and they liars
Can't put trust in these bitches, so why even try
I ride wit my fye, lift it up, if you try
So you best hit the floor, when them hallows start flyin'
Shawty feel the beat of that music
Then I tell her come a lil closer
Know that pussy, I'm bout to abuse it
Bend her over, all on that sofa
On the e-way, I was just cruisin
.40 glock, that's just for my toaster
I'm tired of the losin', I can't do no snoozin'
One day you gon see me all on that poster
Credits
Writer(s): Keonte' Bradley
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