I’m just tryna ride A Chevy With The suicide Doors
Gold 100 Spoke, White Walls Riding low
Switching Lanes Blowing Clouds out The Window While I Smoke
If you aint my bitch, then keep yo hands off my dro
They Told Me Pump The Brakes but i Aint Slowing My Roll
Pull Up all Black, Rob Attention Like Whoa
Just Cause I Got Swagger in my Stride When i stroll
Got The World In The Palms of My hands it’s my globe
Kickback like a hackysack, gucci on the bottom of a black ski mask
Cool He From the Bottom, So The Cash? Need that
Hit Me With the follow but don’t at me back
Hit Em With A Hollow They Wont Clap me Back
Pills you have to swallow have a bad relapse
Switchin up the Model on these copy cats
Like Em Shaped like A Bottle and the ass be fat
- 2020 Mottos money over bitches
Pedal to the flo’ Gun the throttle, go the distance
Pour A 5th Lets go lifted like space ship
This One for All my niggas working on the graveshift
I just turned the page its looking spacious..Back To the basics
Covered bases, kept it closed case I’m staying faceless
Motivated, No complacency, Or hold place
Just go places, all attraction, no chases

yeah, Im just out in my whip
Rolling through the hood so my route of the rip
Always go for mines no doubt Imma flip
Location, Location
Speeding through the road with the base on my
Rotation, Rotation
Thats how I'm doing me

Yeah I’m just tryna push a Lexus with the Butterfly doors
20 Inches Lo Pro. Deep Dishes Riding Slow
Switching Lanes Blowing Clouds out The Window While I Smoke
If you aint my bitch, then keep yo hands off my dro
My Mode - Is Seat Back, Bumping Dilla, Eyes Low
Feeling Like Ya Boy A God Cause i Was Described so
I know the 5-0 wants me out of my glow
And Opps Got they eyes on me, hoping I fold
But - Fuck The bullshit, Nigga Fuck Who You Cool With
How ya Gang Starrs?, But aint nobody got full clips
Cards get pulled quick, Better Shoot til the Tool Click
Escobar, Smooth Shit the murderers move with
Got Em - Hiding like a thief in the night
Me I Use The Eye i Can See Through the light
Why Does Shit Go Wrong, when it seems to be right
I done did my wrong but i believe in the right
I been in my zone, Nigga Speak To me nice
Tryna hit my phone, I’m out of reach out of sight
In otherwords I’m Gone, While I Speed through the Night
As I'm Rising To the throne, To king from a knight
(Fletch) Steady All Black, everything non-sight
I'm as cold as a temp 15 Fahrenheit
Growing up I could never lose clean in a fight
I gained my respect cause they think that I'm nice
Something heat from the light, Imma spark me a J
Hotboxing out the room in a loft with the haze
Imma smoke my blunt and it's off to the race
Cause we come from the west in the heart of