Lyrics:
to listen to the harmony
Angel numbers on my license plate no vanity
This is my synthesis
This is my alchemy
Angel numbers on my license plate no vanity
This
a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate, a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I'm hell
truck, "I'm Him" on the license plate, hold up (yeah, yeah)
How you get all that ass with no waist? (with no waist)
Bet that pussy pretty, sit it on my
She go ahead and get it
Whipping at him umm hmm
Goddamn, I can’t feel my face umm hmm
I’m on that ass like a license plate umm hmm
Drink lean, no chase
a real outlaw
Duct tape on that license plate, a six gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I'm hell
I hear the muhfuckin' sirens
Comin' from a hunnid miles away
200k on the mileage
And spray paint on my license plate
Bad lil bitch she a model
Told
Drakey got numbers like a license plate
Don't box out tryna fade
We ain't gone fight today
All I do is tap this trigger
Take yo' life away
If you
fuck with the majority
Christian Dior on my feet (feet)
Throwin' it up like it's YMCA (ayy)
Digital license plates
I can't wait to hop out that twin
it off)
Because we don't play
Don't come round here mistake
Eyes on me like a license plate
I can't even drive my license fake
Where was you when it
his feet
In the sand, cold beer in his hand
Playin' rock 'n' roll drums in a '90s cover band
His license plate read SANTA1
Just killin' time 'til
burnin' rubber while we swerving down the interstate
H I G H L I F E on my license plate
Top down and we faded
We ridin' round and we made it
Put a clip
on a nigga we got steal yo license plate
I’ve had better days
Nigga I’ve had better days
Slam out the coupe smoking fucking purple haze
I’ve had better days
I've seen them crashing, a million to a mile
No use in counting, I couldn't if I tried
They're always flashing, their license plate eyes
I can't keep
I've seen them crashing, a million to a mile
No use in counting, I couldn't if I tried
They're always flashing, their license plate eyes
I can't keep
feel great
I'm trying to think straight while I memorize your license plate
Is this what friends are, didn't think we'd get this far
We went from just
gettin' bucked you must be fresh out of luck
Gang outside, yeah they came from the mud
Took the license plate straight off of my truck
Darlene said I'm
Got a spot in the sober
As a trap house in the section attic
A coupe the front lawn with
That camera battle license plate
My watch cost a whip, my
Well, I'm doin' ten to twenty
In the frozen granite state
And every day I go to work
To stamp out license plates
Everyday I got to work
could see me nigga
If I'm gonna spend $125, 000 on some wheels
I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh)
Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate
know
Just Cock it back and let it Go
My muscle cars is so strong
The license say, "BOWCO",
'Ya get it? my license plate
Reads, "BOWCO"
(Damn, his
license plate
But then I had my thoughts reframed
Mr. Sarcasm
I drive slowly because I'm driving cruise control food blisters patrolling
Citations baloney
cool with the mailman, he never lags
Priority package it's feeling like Christmas
I had my Lil bitch switch up the license plate, head to the Apple store
I pray to God they don't take my life away
I'm too busy ducking 12 trynna take my rights away
Trynna pull us over say we have no license plate
a Wraith
Zooming through the city where it ain't safe
Rear view mirror, no license plate
Fucking up a check we gon ball today
Young baller, young baller,
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