License, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Yea let me get three of them
Two of these
Aye yall got this in white?
Oh yeah let me get all of them
That'll be [?]
Yall take visa?
Oh that one didn't work?
Try this one
RJ always trippin' man, RJ always trippin'
Antt hit the track
Ooooh, Baby

[Verse 1: BandGang Javar]
Ay, you still got your wills, well then bring em out
Hold on wait before you come bring that reader out
Found [one-nine?] yeah I'm hopping on that old sh*t
Piece is so fire when I swipe it make your nose itch
Approved, that's another transaction
But you wouldn't know about it cause you're using old methods
Aye, and I could put you on some sh*t, the sh*t that get you rich but I'm taxin' for this sh*t n*gga
Same routine b*tch put that blinker on
It's the [?], hoe get out your phone
Aye, tryna get a n*gga cooked, f*ck wrong with you ima duck from your [?]

[Verse 2: ?]
I'ma tell you what to do when you hit those stalls
Tell you how to move when you hit that row
You say your n*gga scam, is you f*cking dumb?
He got you tryna jam with him one on one
Making him call his bank back (dummy)
b*tch snatches no take backs (hey)
I'm with a b*tch that gone take the cash, flyin' state to state
[?] like a cookout, it got paper plates
Hit me up for a punch site (huh)
And shoe shoppin' but I punch flights (aye)
Wanna felony? baby come swipe
[?] with these dumb sides
With these dumb sides
[Chorus: Jaiswan]
If you got your license baby
Let's get to swiping baby
Know I'm playing with fire baby
'Cause we going one night in baby
Baby, baby, baby, oh-woah, no-oh-woah

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Hold up
n*gga, I don't swipe sh*t, but I'll punch a n*gga
If I swing, gang swing, we gon' jump a n*gga
Hmm, I don't scam at all, but I do numbers, n*gga
Make your BM lick my balls, then I'm gon' hump her, n*gga
BandGang, Big Squad, we'll slump a n*gga
Huh, watched my daddy push that— out on Lumpkin, n*gga
We put some G's on buddy head, they gon' touch a n*gga
b*tch, I said what I said, I don't trust you n*ggas
Still need a b*tch to drive, 'cause I'm gon' hit the road
Huh, big homie need to slide 'cause he fresh off parole
Show me a reader-writer, I don't know what it's for
Like point Young Skuba to the stove and I'm gon' get 'em gone, huh

[Verse 4: ?]
You gon need your L's, but not for drivin'
I got common names we already at Verizon
You ain't got good credit? f*ck it I punched the deposit
When he hit so many stores I had to pay for extra mileage
Just show them your ID Ima be watching from the rental
sh*t was in and out in thirty minutes this sh*t simple
On the phone in the air like he was tryna get signal
You walked out front hard as hell 'cause you ain't get him
[?] I got the sauce
Imma send you five hundred till they cut your corridor
I know how to talk to chase when they cut that corridor
But you short me one giphy imma cut your arm off
[Chorus: Jaiswan]
If you got your license baby
Let's get to swiping baby
Know I'm playing with fire baby
'Cause we going one night in baby
Baby, baby, baby, oh-woah, no-oh-woah

[Outro]
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