StingRay

Talk to me in the late night
Driving all in the rain
It's a eighty-seven sting ray
Made that bitch candy cane
Palm trees in the fog lights
I'm just tryna maintain
Cold neck from this cold chain
Nine, oh, two, one, oh one way

One oh one all the way there
Man she ran out of cigarettes
The way she think man it ain't fair
Can't complain cuz she do her best
Just got to the function
Pulling up, ok
Rollin weed on the console
Left to right they sway

Blind faces in the back room
High places for the day
All praise to the most high
Man I'm on display
Man I might just make it
Champagne on ice
Either make it or you break it
Make em say alright

Oceans nine all these waves come fast
Hangin out the side of rari make it last
I'm a don I was only given one life
Off the grid for like a year probably thought I died
But they know now though
I can stay ten toes
Not ten feet
Not like that deep
Go through quick brief
My radar below

Talk to me in the late night
Driving all in the rain
It's a eighty-seven sting ray
Made that bitch candy cane
Palm trees in the fog lights
I'm just tryna maintain
Cold neck from this cold chain
Nine, oh, two, one, oh one way



Credits
Writer(s): Slone Potts
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