Cruise Control

Me and my niggas do the same ol shit Me and my niggas ain’t cuff no bitch Me and my niggas just ride thru the 6 Smoke a whole pound In a brand new whip Can’t be in a rush Gotta bust a move quick Gotta make plenty juggs Can’t be the one to lick When you Crusin in the 6 See a nigga on front street Shinning wit the grip Ima take a nigga shit This game ain’t nothin When you somethin like a pimp Ima cold Dane to Dane Playa with the hits Never had to ask for shit Baby keep it in ya lips Ain’t tryna hear shit When I’m movin wit the grips The windows tinted In mint condition A/C ventilation The engine is ventilated Been plotting on it for days Can’t wait to see they faces Make paper in seven ways Having secret conversations during dinner over the lake My niggas telling me they can’t wait 8 Cars, back to back Swervin lanes Living on the edge Ain’t hard to attain Live by the code Stay true to the dead Die bout mine, tryna get my respect Say ya name 3 times It ain’t hard to forget Keep my eyes on the prize One foot on ya neck All gas no brakes Better getcha shit checked Steady ready New coupe came wit Andretti’s (pirelli’s) Fuck ya twice if ya let me Bitches never wanna forgive me I’m too focus to understand it Never had to cock shit Pull the trigga so much I fucked around and jammed it My mind on a million Can’t let you get near me What you really want from me I can’t even feel it Some people wanna get close to me I’m just itching’ to kill em Sayin they been down for ya When they never been with me