Lyrics:
Reds.
Looked in the stove, behind the door,
Looked in the glove compartment of my car.
Couldn't find 'em...
I wus lookin' for them Reds everywhere,
luggage must be stowed in an over-head compartment
Or under the seat in front of you
Waiting on a ticket
'Cause you're looking for the ride
You're
now it's Chandon
Fat blunts in the car with strippers
Guns in compartments hidden
I was real young little youth, a novice nigga
Blessings, bowed
a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin' while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just
yo Crack
Eject the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson
It's dangerous business
a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin' while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just
bricks in my compartment
She let me smell her pussy
I know you smell the money
Still smell the gunpowder
911, 100 miles and running
I bow my head, I
the glove compartment
In a tinted Rolls-Royce
Spillin' Kush crumbs, sippin' gin and OJ
Seen you pull up in the Porsche
Lookin' more free than a new
a little bit?)
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
(Aren't you
All carry on items should now be stored securely in the overhead compartment
Or under the seat in front of you.
Thank you and enjoy your flight.
Schoolgirls giggling in the next compartment
Lipstick ladies in their head
Magazine styles, romantic visions
Starting their lives advertisement
shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With my pedal to the floor, radar in the grille
Pop off police pull me over
Believe I got a compartment
And now gotta stash it
Must I just remind ya n*****
When I come through
Know that I am
I sit back, chill while she drives
With her skirt pulled down and her panties to the side
Wanna smoke, what's up, open up the glove compartment
Grab
rolling motherfucking black
Lexus coup with a droptop Benz
And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends
I ain't tripping cause
been three weeks and we still haven't spoken
Oh, Lord
She found some mitten inside of my glove compartment
I said it wasn't mine
She said I was one
here licks
I sell white icks, on to that bass bricks
Save your compartment, save the deposit
Glock no safety, I already cocked it
Gucci two bands,
bricks to Atlanta, I'll give you 25 racks
How many bricks in the trunk? Bitch, don't worry 'bout that
Why you in that old ass Acura? I got a compartment
the feds
AR's in secret compartments
Ain't been to sleep in the longest, I sip that drank like it's coffee
They say Gucci's a Martian, I buy my enemies
cause a fortune, bitch I'm scorchin'
Seen some niggaz who love to talk shit
Reach for my thang and my tough compartment
Dipnap the use it, flashed in
stare, you want to dare, yo Crack
Eject the Czech from the glove compartment
Lay out the lead spray, and flame him up like arson
It's dangerous business
and the homies
Ah! Lot of money, arm
Leg what the engine cost me bo-Bob Marley
Reefer in the glove compartment
Lean, syrup coughin', I'm dead, nigga, coffin
This
department
With a doobie rolled up
In the secret compartment
Tryin to finish up this speech
And get my diploma
So I can get a crib where my OG
Can harvest
the stick, posted up but not posting bitches for shit
You gon rob me while I’m rapping? gun compartment in this bitch
Get him hit, niggas hooping I’m shooting,
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