On the Way
Yeah this that, this that Houston Texas on a summer night
This that Riding down Miami Beach with a bad one, with a bad one you feel me
Rest In Peace to the pimp Chad Butler
Smoke Sum Bitch
This for my bottom hoes with that top down
Yeah
Smoking out, pouring up
Purple stank up in my blunt
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood they call that luck
Everybody wanna ball
Flex at broads at the mall
Them the type to talk to laws
That's why I can't fuck with y'all
Federals plotting on me
I heard it from a birdy
Look at my whip and they swear to God
That I'm steady servin'
I keep my Chevy swerving
I roll all night
They see me at the lights
And they think I'm riding dirty
I pull off at the green
Big rims, chopping slowly
I bought 'em from my homie
Police would love to know me
Fuck that, kill em slowly
Ain't much left to say about it
If you want to know about me then you could ask anybody
I'm good around my city
Resume A1
I don't keep hard white, more like doctor green thumb
My kush cloudy as it come
Bring it in by the drum
Get rid of it by the blunt
Yeah I'm as greedy as they come
Baby girl how you doin
Come hop up in my ride
I know you like the body but wait til you get inside
You could sit passenger and tell me where I gotta drive
I got a full tank, ain't no need to stop for miles
Ride with me far away we could spend money all day
We could cruise by the ocean and fly down the golden gate
Call me I'm on the way
Whether you close or far away
Call me I'm on the way
Call me I'm on the way
Yeah I'm greedy as they come think I need another one
I need another car, I'm running my numbers up
My top a Button up
My trunk, Bumpin Up
Brought it to ya baby momma
I ain't thump her guts enough
Now she want another run
I'm on another mission
Off to another city, my rear view steady twitching
These 808s make the ground shake when it's Kicking
I left the tints off the front so they know who's in it
You left the rims off of yours so I know it's rented
My colour super stupid I swear You ain't never seen it
Kenwood steady humming
Chrome spoke steady gleaming
I do it cause I love it, can't think of a better reason
You couldn't never do this like me trick I don't believe it
I feel the rush inside my blood when I turn the key in
All of my cars come from Germany they European
I'm swangin Big Bodies, it look like I'm going Skiing
Baby girl how you doin
Come hop up in my ride
I know you like the body but wait til you get inside
You could sit passenger and tell me where I gotta drive
I got a full tank ain't no need to stop for miles
Ride with me far away we could spend money all day
We could cruise by the ocean and fly down the golden gate
Call me I'm on the way
Whether you close or far away
Call me I'm on the way
Call me I'm on the way
Smoking out, pourin up
Purple stank up in my blunt
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood they call that luck
Everybody wanna ball
Flex at broads at the mall
Them the type to talk to laws
That's why I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Comin down and sippin' daily
That's until this rap shit pay me
If I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Comin down and sippin' daily
That's until this rap shit pay me
If I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Comin down and sippin' daily
That's until this rap shit pay me
This that Riding down Miami Beach with a bad one, with a bad one you feel me
Rest In Peace to the pimp Chad Butler
Smoke Sum Bitch
This for my bottom hoes with that top down
Yeah
Smoking out, pouring up
Purple stank up in my blunt
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood they call that luck
Everybody wanna ball
Flex at broads at the mall
Them the type to talk to laws
That's why I can't fuck with y'all
Federals plotting on me
I heard it from a birdy
Look at my whip and they swear to God
That I'm steady servin'
I keep my Chevy swerving
I roll all night
They see me at the lights
And they think I'm riding dirty
I pull off at the green
Big rims, chopping slowly
I bought 'em from my homie
Police would love to know me
Fuck that, kill em slowly
Ain't much left to say about it
If you want to know about me then you could ask anybody
I'm good around my city
Resume A1
I don't keep hard white, more like doctor green thumb
My kush cloudy as it come
Bring it in by the drum
Get rid of it by the blunt
Yeah I'm as greedy as they come
Baby girl how you doin
Come hop up in my ride
I know you like the body but wait til you get inside
You could sit passenger and tell me where I gotta drive
I got a full tank, ain't no need to stop for miles
Ride with me far away we could spend money all day
We could cruise by the ocean and fly down the golden gate
Call me I'm on the way
Whether you close or far away
Call me I'm on the way
Call me I'm on the way
Yeah I'm greedy as they come think I need another one
I need another car, I'm running my numbers up
My top a Button up
My trunk, Bumpin Up
Brought it to ya baby momma
I ain't thump her guts enough
Now she want another run
I'm on another mission
Off to another city, my rear view steady twitching
These 808s make the ground shake when it's Kicking
I left the tints off the front so they know who's in it
You left the rims off of yours so I know it's rented
My colour super stupid I swear You ain't never seen it
Kenwood steady humming
Chrome spoke steady gleaming
I do it cause I love it, can't think of a better reason
You couldn't never do this like me trick I don't believe it
I feel the rush inside my blood when I turn the key in
All of my cars come from Germany they European
I'm swangin Big Bodies, it look like I'm going Skiing
Baby girl how you doin
Come hop up in my ride
I know you like the body but wait til you get inside
You could sit passenger and tell me where I gotta drive
I got a full tank ain't no need to stop for miles
Ride with me far away we could spend money all day
We could cruise by the ocean and fly down the golden gate
Call me I'm on the way
Whether you close or far away
Call me I'm on the way
Call me I'm on the way
Smoking out, pourin up
Purple stank up in my blunt
All my cars got leather and wood
In my hood they call that luck
Everybody wanna ball
Flex at broads at the mall
Them the type to talk to laws
That's why I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Comin down and sippin' daily
That's until this rap shit pay me
If I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Comin down and sippin' daily
That's until this rap shit pay me
If I wasn't rapping baby
I would still be riding Mercedes
Comin down and sippin' daily
That's until this rap shit pay me
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Gorny
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