Nowhere to Be

Rolling the streets
Just driving
And I ain't got
Nowhere to be
Just riding
Rolling the streets
Just driving
And I ain't got
Nowhere to be
Just riding

Hop in the car and I already rolled
Turn my shit on then I light up the smoke
Turn the corner, then I chunk up the deuce
Probably ain't even nobody I know
Music high as it'll possibly go
Seat leaned back far as a hoe
Big Glock in the arm of the door
And another one I got on the floor
Right on Rollins, we would fight on Rollins
Even had to spend the night on Rollins
Caught a case, but that was right around when
I was out of place, but now I'm out here balling
Me and baby in the slab
Scenic routing through the whole H
Wifey hop out looking bad
You should see these hating hoes face

Rolling the streets
Just driving
And I ain't got
Nowhere to be
Just riding
Rolling the streets
Just driving
And I ain't got
Nowhere to be
Just riding

Pull up, we in this hoe deep
Sit on them things when we creep
Yeah, yeah
Come through and fuck up your sleep
I lift the trunk up, it beat
Yeah, yeah
Glass up under my feet
Told you it's under my seat
Yeah, yeah
Die if you run up on me
You won't take shit from a G
Yeah

Rolling the streets
Just driving
And I ain't got
Nowhere to be
Just riding
Rolling the streets
Just driving
And I ain't got
Nowhere to be
Just riding

Ride with a nigga
Hang with me
Gun on side of a nigga
Play with me
Ride with a nigga
Hang with me
Gun on side of a nigga
Play with me
Ride with a nigga
Hang with me
Gun on side of a nigga
Play with me
Ride with a nigga
Hang with me
Gun on side of a nigga
Play with me



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Jenkins
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