Lyrics:
of tvs too big for a buggy
You'll see me riding by middle finger to the sky
With my tongue hanging
Four doors swing double homicide
Sun shining every way
and the Heartbreakers
Oo oo ah!
Driving late last night on that four forty-one
The radio said Tom Petty was gone
Oh, but we all know that's a goddamn lie
Cause Rock N'
I'm the only survivor
Castaway Tom Hanks
Can you hold me like Crookshanks
Can you hold me?
Finn again
Pressure build a diamond
Living on an island
By
flashy ice reach for it think twice
And I’m on the road you know I stick to the code you know that I’ll never fold I’m coolin wit bro he got a glock 4 0
at number 1?" You!
Dream come true, owner of my record label
Congratulating the money I'm about
To be making ask me to come in at 4: 10
Had an icy chain with
on me
Big booty stripper, big ass on it
Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none
When your bitch with the gang
She gon' go brazy
Double cup, ayy, and it
loan this dog
Paid back by our mother sisters
And brothers now Jonas yo
Big Spanish while the numbers
Spanish hocus pocus bro it's all bogus
So are we
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
in trouble
Four by four, man trucks' so big
You and your homegirls they can fit
If you coming with, we gone get lit
Hit the studio and i make a hit
When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
When I was a little bitty boy just up off the floor
We used to go down to grandma's house every month end or so
We'd have chicken pie, country ham
bitches with me and they really down to touch the road
I been floating cross borders doing shows
I got four five hittas with me and we all live by the code
clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with
every time that you even blink
I'm going to the station where a big red train
is waiting to take me to the country again
Then you'll come from Yonkers but
they can't see the big picture
I got moves to make
Can't snooze cant wait
Gotta fill up the safe
Gotta make sure the kids are straight
Takin' it day by
Would you meet me in Big Sky
If I caught the red eye?
Cross the Country racing red lights
Just to put your hand in mine?
Go the distance
Just to waste
Big bankroll watch me stack me rack it up
This treasure don't fold but I'ma stack it up
Twenty-four seven, I'm just addin' up
Eternal treasure on my
big for them little whips, the door won't close
Got the big truck, bent up, all over the road
Remember little Keith, from P.S. 93 with his brothers
Chevrolet
[Chorus]
Big yellow moon on the country road
And night moons on the stereo
The windows down and the smell of fresh cut hay
If that Chevy
the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya feel me?
Kill a motherfucka with the magnum forty-four
Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full
There's a road in Oklahoma
Straighter than a preacher, longer than a memory
And it goes forever onward
It's been a good teacher for a lot of country
by a fishin' hole
That's how country boys roll
Yeah, they work, work, work
All week 'til the job gets done
Weekends they barbecue
And have a cold one
to light up a blunt
And drift as high as the ceiling be
Let’s just be honest I go above And Beyond that
Jerry chasing the cheese
Y’all ain’t nothing but Tom
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
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