White Nsx / Black Limousine

We screwed up in the city in a Range Rover
Gas in my blunt, seeing colors purple rain,
Drinking codeine cups, Mr. Rager playing on the speakers
And a bang tucked, just in case the goonies run up on us
I cant feel my face, I'm on Adderall, nauseous
Phoenix like the Suns, yeah they call me Charles Barkley
If we running ones, Imma put you in a coffin
Mixing up the drugs and I'm rushing my endorphins

Hopping out the all white NSX
I'm boutta call a cleaning crew for my moon white deck
A lotta sheets on my bed, lotta chains on my neck
Don't wanna see your boy winning, I be leaving them stressed
Guaranteed success
I'm a beacon, I'm blessed
Told my team no more promo, we ain't going for less
Shorty come and caress
And she making a mess
In a all black range rover, I could finesse

My jeans oversized, yes
Spilling on my Converse
My height turn to nine ten
Standing on my dollars
I ain't one to front
Benjamins block the front door
Big homies put me on
Trapping out the two door
Four door, motor sport
White NSX with the spoiler
Clear ports
All I see is clear ports
And I ain't got no fear
I been through a few storms
It ain't no air up here
All we breath is Newports

Hopping out the all white NSX
I'm boutta call a cleaning crew for my moon white deck
A lotta sheets on my bed, lotta chains on my neck
Don't wanna see your boy winning, I be leaving them stressed
Guaranteed success
I'm a beacon, I'm blessed
Told my team no more promo, we ain't going for less
Shorty come and caress
And she making a mess
In a all black range rover, I could finesse

Number nine jeans
Red Mulsanne and a black limousine
Red carpet interior movie screen
She extrovert, Uzi Vert, white tee
Off the lean, call support
Need a whole tech team
Yeah I'm talking geek squad
In the Cyberpunk scene
Need a bad bitch from a Vogue magazine
Need a bad bitch, Rolling Stones, vanity
I stress, then I smoke and take off



Credits
Writer(s): Rohan Rali
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