CRUISIN SLOWLY (feat. NAIL BITER, SHORT FUZE & C3LESTE)

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Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies
Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies

Steady staying posted, chilling with my homies
If you really know me, then you know I keep toasted
Always staying high, up in the sky
Cause I got that birds eye, always keepin it trucha
Cause I ain't trying die, with my face on shirt
Or be buried in the dirt, leaving my daughter hurt
So if you try to murk me I'ma murk ya first
I make them pistols squirt, yeah I put in the work
Yeah I am calling up Leo, yeah I am calling up kxrpz
Yeah I am calling up the gang, and your gonna get served
Another body dropped, dropped dead on the block
Yeah the foo got caught, got shot on the spot
Yeah the word on the street, is that the homie had beef
Now he got no teeth, that's just how it be

Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies
Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies

They confirmed aliens, but we've known that for a while I'm an alien too, it says illegal on my file
I'm Afro-Latino, hope I don't get reported cops can't decide brutality or get deported
Knock, knock, who's there short fuze is at your door I heard you talkin' shit, I wanna hear you talk no more

I'll leave you alive, but with your vocal chords missin' no longer will a bitch made man be heard dissin
Cruisin' slowly by your house armed with a 4-4 shots off, now your wife and kids dead on the floor
Drinkin' rattlesnake venom got me faded as f*ck what's up, you and your whole crew fresh outta luck
We the ones who spit, fool, so what the f*ck can you do? Sit around talkin' shit with your bitch crew

Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies
Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies

Ay, boogie man, Soze G, gon' tell you one time break his face with the side of my Glock, respect is finite

We creepin' cause we found yo' ass Gon' die tonight, I'm off a sick one, foo
I need some bodies in my trunk, that's right I'm with the homies and we steady sippin' up in the cut
Some busta dead beat, bum, it's tryna flex, for what? It doesn't matter, finna stomp him till he splatter
Kick his ass to infinity while the homies is laughin', I be the coldest

Rapper out the 4-8-0, but you know this Evil Brown and COTV Records takin' control
Bitch, I don't wanna hear it if it ain't about that dough trick
Drop another hit, we movin' outta control With all this music, keep it rollin
Ayy, we cruisin' down yo' block real slowly

Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies
Cruisin', slowly, sippin' on a 40 Cruisin', slowly, posted with the homies

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