Lyrics:
of change
They poured blacktop two-lane right through the cornfields
Laid a stripe right across my back
The wheels came spinning with the wide-eyed
I'm on the blacktop smoking pressure
I'm on the blacktop smoking pressure, yeah
I'll be gone by the next one
Don't worry like I'll be gone for
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
dead, overdosed on shrooms
Let's cruise, drive by on-site
Ride like a bike
For my Zombie homies kill tonight
F-F-F-Flatbush Zombie, A$AP Mobbing
Hit
It's being held at the Apocalypse club
Which is down at the Old Corpse Lane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah lets go to the Zombie party
Verse 2
Went to the bar
Bitch I'm in the game you just a mascot
A couple grams, fuck around and get you mad guap
I came up off the back block
2K's no blacktop, yeah
Baby I'ma
Oh shawty, girl you so naughty
Yeah she want a Wraith she won't take an Audi
Want a cuban link keep it so frosty
When she in her lane she off two
like a big dog
But somehow, I'm still the same
I was raised up by Rob and Wayne
I'll keep this cash, you take the fame
Know they gon ask you how you do
to Louisville, man alive
Driving on the shoulder, ten years older
Red line kicking into overdrive
Two lane blacktop
Doublewide can't stop...
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could
I left the four lane highway took a blacktop seven miles
Down by the old country school I went to as a child
Two miles down a gravel road I could see
On a two lane north of Casper is where this all begins
Heading back to Oklahoma for a week to visit friends
She was walking 'long the highway so I
There's a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
Where all the folks come to hear country music play
And every year, the city's
Look, let’s put some money up
You can’t make mine stop i’m hot nigga
Like a pistol off the dime block
Before you change lanes
You should check your
the other two try to run
So I pull out the 9 cause now this shit ain't no fun
The only reason that I'm here is cuz the bitch tried to rob me
Now the bitch is
rainbows to chase
Right through the cracks of the paint
Come the tracks of the train
Scatter like diamonds of rain
Down our old blacktop two lane
Hold
HER TIGHT IF THESE GOOD YEAR TIRES AIN'T BALD WELL THERE GONNA BE BY TONIGHT IT'S BLACKTOP TIME GET OUT OF MY WAY AIN'T MOVIN' FROM THE PASSING
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
Dem see zombie a shot and dem try fi theif it tell dem fi leave it cause dem know man wi beat it(2)!!!!
Man de ya so fi change up the ting fi stay
that shit on everything! I'll never have a relapse
And I can tell the ones I love, they finally see that
I'm staying in my lane, fuck a speed trap
Hook
Hi haters, how you doin
I know you niggas in the back
Lookin stupid, I know you wanna
Gimmie two to my head put me in
A pine box fill a nigga with
four on the floor....
Slammin gears
Not a cop in sight
Down 280
So lean and mean
Down a two lane blacktop with a lust for speed that sets me free,
of an old grey blacktop, 33's just whistlin' by
Steer the wheel, one handed on a two lane, hugging that line
I got the windows down, no one else around
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