Lyrics:
Clipped grass littering my ankles
Bruised by tar, bitten by bark
Time moving slow as the snapper up the street
I feel that if there's no one to hear these
I feel like the bank
I’m makin withdraws
I’m making deposits
The lamb or the wraith truck
I can’t think which one
I’m gettin my patnas
That
a Rolls Royce Truck doing circles
K-A-D-E is T-O-P five and I'm talking dead or alive
I'm so close to the edge like I'm rainbow road driving I cross my
Or Alfred or Alexander
Or just great I've been moving weight
Like a freight truck on the interstate
The debate's over
Now I'm just awaiting my fate
Like
love me like bitch, I ain't got the time
Imma pull up in a Bentley truck lil' bitch I'm outside
She tell me she love the way I'm moving, she tell me she
snappers crispy
Everything except the head ate
Ever rode in a drop top by the gulf of Mexico
Baskin in the ambiance rolling up the Texaco
Im hot right Now
niggas really just prone to fronting
Word to my B if its on we hunting
Locked in connected like hotspot
I could never be lined by opp thot
You can show me
some style by taking glances
Red snapper, taken apart, put back together
Plated on some bok choy, fine fish platters forever (Yo!)
Same routine,
The Game-
Jim Jones swervin, i got that purple I blow
tight grip on the escalade pole
yeah harlem just like compton, thats just how i roll
red
The diamonds are irrigated, jewelry box getting rusted
I'm wanted across the country for leaving thousands of speakers combusted
20 wings from Red Snapper
break
'Vette pass by, duelly truck that's a fast break
Avalanche pass by, Chevelle that's a fast break
74' Oldsmo' shawty that's a fast break
Fitty
hand, then swung with my right
I'm quite the striker, in Red Snapper, spicy like Pepper
Salty endeavors in a 3-piece when I met her
Sets of Kenneth Cole,
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
You're all I'm singing about now, baby
You're my brown eyed girl, you're a pretty woman
You're the lady in red, and my Sharona
Turn it up in my truck
See dead niggas like coroners
Can't trust Niggas nor officers
I'm in the bay like a warrior
New Benz truck red interior
Living like a god keep my
We both grown better act like ya grown
Red light
Green light
Red light
Go
Baby slow down wait you moving too slow green light
Red light
Leave noo
of work swing by to pick up the girls
Grab a case and fill up the tank then we head out on them streets of gold
I got some dirt road miles on my old truck
In the summer, rock the vest set, Salmon Kani
Flex the three-quarter cream Fi's
We're summer seam G's, steamed red snapper, Vietnamese
Catch a case,
like meek it levels to this shit, and y'all niggas ain't even farted
I'm getting rich
Red snapper for the fish, tomorrow it's Ruth Chris
Keep the hollows
it was us
Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush
It's cool, man, got red bottoms on
Life is good, you know what I mean? Like
Uh, hunnid
Built like Land Rover trucks
Work fly out for the summer like duck
And my name come straight from the crux
No new friends with
After the bimma and benzes
Here at the truck stop earning my pay waiting on truck drivers both night and day
I can't complain they treat me fine
Meet them by the thousands
yeah, take it off
Red eyes, we keep on moving
Too tired to sleep unless we do it
Red eyes, not sorry
So take it off, yeah, take it off
You by my
The sea that we come from
scenes that we run from
Seems like I've seen it all before, me
Seems like I've seen it all before, me
Seems like I seen
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