[Pre-verse]
I was cruisin' down the street Just me Impala feeling like Eazy E Mask on trick or treat b*tch
Ducking shots on Halloween sh*t
Forgiato whippin' all this money tippin'
If she love a n*gga she gone have to lick it Backend comin' in and it's like 20 digits
Feelin' like a gymnast how I up it flip
[Verse 1]
My n*gga I'm keeping it zip
I had that nine on my hip
n*gga i bust off the rip
I make my money do flips
I make yo girl do a trick
If i throw it down she gone strip
If she pick it up thats a tip
They waiting on me to slip
They waiting on me to slip
Holding on b*tch i got a tight grip
Glock with a beam that's a night light sh*t
23's on got me like Mike b*tch
Dye my hair blonde got me like spike b*tch
Ice my wrist
Check my list
Loopty Loop diamonds they flippin and twist
Freeze my fist
n*gga you get the gist
[Hook]
I was cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two b*tches in the front i had two more in the back
Meet me in the flesh i think my sh*t got a tap
Mr. Cut a b*tch off i hope she don't get attached
Cause I was Cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two b*tches in the front i had two more in the back
Meet me in the flesh i think my sh*t got a tap
Mr. Cut a b*tch off i hope she don't get attached
[Post-Hook]
Cruisin' down the street cruisin' down the street
Yeah Hoe I was
Cruisin' down the street cruisin' down the street
Yeah yeah I was And I did And I was And I am Cruisin' down the street cruisin' down the street
[Verse 2]
2 door lamb I got money damn What the f*ck you sayin'
On the gram Talking on the gram pus*y on the cam
Understand You don't understand I do it for the fam
Glock in hand I don't got no friends So they know where i stand Hoe what you sayin'
My outfit a Rick
I just made 5 for a show so you know I can't beef wit no b*tch
You spending yo sh*t I stack it and save it my n*gga I'm tryna get rich
Being broke wasn't part of the plan And i ain't going back to that sh*t (That's why)
[Hook]
I was cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two b*tches in the front i had two more in the back
Meet me in the flesh i think my sh*t got a tap
Mr. Cut a b*tch off i hope she don't get attached
Cause I was Cruisin down the street i had the nine in my lap
Two b*tches in the front i had two more in the back
Meet me in the flesh i think my sh*t got a tap
Mr. Cut a b*tch off i hope she don't get attached