Lyrics:
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like,
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
The streetlights and white lines, they go flying by
Wheels turning and burning as I turn out the miles
My baby, she's waiting for me to get back home
Streets got a mind of their own
My Pops left me for dead with just the clothes on my back
I grew up selling crack
And learning to drive a car jack
I got
a daydream
Screaming down the interstate, lightning in the bloodstream
Time flies by like a bullet down the train track
Miles and miles under this ol' hat
know its different from my past cause all of thats over
An even tho my heart got colder
You the one by my side you my four-leaf clover
Your my four
I'm wishin'
To follow you wherever you are
You the wheels to my car and I can't roll with you
My heart is a ice box, it's cold without you
Why'd you
on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on,
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E,
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
Only dreamt before
Having plenty visions of
My home team winning with the
Game on the line
Final drive
Won't miss it
For this life I lead
I'll go
a party
Out of town about half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
made for bonfires just south of the creek,
But that ain't what's country bout me
I don't drive a truck, but here's a concept for you,
Your 4 wheel drive
it’s
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty-four
of another
Bound into a circle, connect four, chosen lover
The best beginning is the one that's done together
Write the pages of the book, marking out every
truant
Lying to the people
Know you want for your doings
Good with this rap talk
I'm kinda speaking fluent
Influenced by cocaine, gats, and my dickies
Life
Chrome Hearts
How the fuck they let me win
The race with a slow start?
I don't want yo bitch, her shit runner
Don't want no part
762s like bullseye but I
Yea, pray 4 me pray 4 me
Cus my granny gone
So who gone pray 4 the kid...
I wear my
Heart on my sleeves, no Rod Wave
Been cooking straight 4 5 days
low-key, make moves with the boss man
All my brothers outside are gunners
All the niggas outside the south side are runners
Give me the green beam, it's hot
Keep that 4 5
Spray about 5
We gon ride
4 wheel drive
In the middle of the night
Visits dreams
Call me Freddy
Real nigga
Wit a couple good fellas
Joe
night
How about a little test drive
Down by the lake
There's a place I know about where the dirt road runs out
And we can try out the four wheel
of glittering stars in American cars
I’ll let go of the wheel
And take hold of my heart so before we crash
Kiss me under the stars in American cars
Four by four
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think
half a mile
Four wheel drives and big mud tires
Muscadine wine
Oh baby, you can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round
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