AIM N STICK (Radio Edit)
If I was in a maze today, would you go for me
I never existed, I hear it out now
You just please truly see
I aim, stick, like an orchestra director
Then I shift, stick like Porsche's under pressure
I'm trying to make it cool to be a real estate investor
Baby going outside, pick your lip up, okay
It's a celebration
I done made it out to visit many places
And this is what a blessing really look like
Not keeping God first
What I look like, songs as gas flows, cold, frozen
Fart, you don't know where you hit it
If you don't know your mark, I make her orgasm
Spread her toes apart
I had it, I had it
Smoke can't be with a bitch if she ain't evenly yoked
You sleep and walk, how you want drugs on the mic
And you ain't even dope
I had smoke and run all the way down to the roach
And when I get it first, I let it trickle down to my folks
It's a way I even do it if it's not me
With cream junk in the trunk, double D's
Nice with it, but I can't get mean
I be getting G's, stuffing down in my jeans
I was on the feds radar at 15
Before I even figure what the shit go down to my folks
It's a way I even do it if it's not me
With cream junk in the trunk, double D's
Nice with it, but I can't get mean
I be getting G's, stuffing down in my jeans
I was on the feds radar at 15
Before I even figure what the shit mean
Drugs are getting riddled with bullets until my shit bleed
Till my shit fled, you better know what to do and shit get bad
My chick bad, NASCAR left lane out of town
I'm trying to go on VK, I'm at a gas car
And when I die, my conscience gonna need another avatar
In the middle of a marathon, so I made a fart
I'm trying to roll her back with a whiskey of 84
Move money around on credit cards
Shut her down before they get me up on credit fraud
Pops are picking yourself up, we come apart
Eat your heart out, nigga, yeah, eat out your heart
I'm a bad man, catch fire like a gas can
These niggas is garbage, put them in the trash bag
It ain't about nothing if it ain't about the cash, man
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Riding
Riding
Riding
Riding
Riding
I never existed, I hear it out now
You just please truly see
I aim, stick, like an orchestra director
Then I shift, stick like Porsche's under pressure
I'm trying to make it cool to be a real estate investor
Baby going outside, pick your lip up, okay
It's a celebration
I done made it out to visit many places
And this is what a blessing really look like
Not keeping God first
What I look like, songs as gas flows, cold, frozen
Fart, you don't know where you hit it
If you don't know your mark, I make her orgasm
Spread her toes apart
I had it, I had it
Smoke can't be with a bitch if she ain't evenly yoked
You sleep and walk, how you want drugs on the mic
And you ain't even dope
I had smoke and run all the way down to the roach
And when I get it first, I let it trickle down to my folks
It's a way I even do it if it's not me
With cream junk in the trunk, double D's
Nice with it, but I can't get mean
I be getting G's, stuffing down in my jeans
I was on the feds radar at 15
Before I even figure what the shit go down to my folks
It's a way I even do it if it's not me
With cream junk in the trunk, double D's
Nice with it, but I can't get mean
I be getting G's, stuffing down in my jeans
I was on the feds radar at 15
Before I even figure what the shit mean
Drugs are getting riddled with bullets until my shit bleed
Till my shit fled, you better know what to do and shit get bad
My chick bad, NASCAR left lane out of town
I'm trying to go on VK, I'm at a gas car
And when I die, my conscience gonna need another avatar
In the middle of a marathon, so I made a fart
I'm trying to roll her back with a whiskey of 84
Move money around on credit cards
Shut her down before they get me up on credit fraud
Pops are picking yourself up, we come apart
Eat your heart out, nigga, yeah, eat out your heart
I'm a bad man, catch fire like a gas can
These niggas is garbage, put them in the trash bag
It ain't about nothing if it ain't about the cash, man
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Sometimes I ride slow
Sometimes I ride quick
Riding
Riding
Riding
Riding
Riding
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Hoang
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