Lyrics:
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never know homes, might trip the triple double
Triple double, triple
out in Cannes, Club Gotha
Double R's on the gates, like I'm triple platinum
Couple pawns in the lake the couch is in the plastic
Had a phone call
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
Don't make me put this arm up nigga
I give a toast to Cass'
Top battle rappers today? Man
You close to last
No drive behind that wheel
You was supposed
Four wheel drive fuck it
I Don’t know shit about cars
But I, know about you and I
Can I get a little bit of your time
Four wheel drive fuck it
I
ounce
I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce
I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know
Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe
With that
ounce
I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce
I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know
Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe
With that
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be
Say you with it, hit the gas and we gon' drive (vrm)
My feelings come revealed, the deeper that we dive uh
Hop in the whip and the wheels gon' spin
had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know
Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe
With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women
Got to come
key and a pound
Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce
I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce
I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys
me froze
I got machines looking better
Four-wheel drive, I got it dressed with the leathers
LED lights, I let it glow with the weather
That's a truck
the club until a quarter to five
Come home with a thug in your daddy’s 4 wheel drive
What daddy don’t know can’t make daddy cry
So I guess it’s just you
phone?
Damn my phone died, can you put it in my man's phone?
Damn his car died too, can you drive my mans home?
Where the girls in the club with
up to the function, you know I'm spittin' game
Uh, uh
Got no wheels, and you know I'm on the train
Ridin' through the city puffin' on that grain, it's
kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck
the index finger on the trigger, don't move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
If I catch you in the club and you start
It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I
look like eight egg rolls
I'm twisting, my wood wheel glisten
Diamonds in your vision
Figured I had a prescription for diamonds
Listen here, listen
him, gotta give him props
He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop
So now I'm speedin' and tryna drive away from the fact
That she was
ya, triple cross you
They'll set up their mother
Next stop recop down to Sinaloa
Dirt-cheap but you got to get it across the border
Cops banging for
black mase
Back then ?? women
Now they all up in my thang
I fall up in the club
Twenty fours a nub
Yeah my belly big but girls still rub
They tryin
the back wheels out, spin its back wheels Out
360 circle pop a wheelie stick ya wheel out
Urban street riders keep on flying down the highway riding front
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