​thousand miles 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, that's Nickk)
(BenjiCold, why you icey?)
Yeah, huh, woah, yeah, woah, woah, oh
Oh, uh-huh
Woah, yeah-huh, ha

[Chorus]
3.5 in my wood, bad b*tch from the hood
I'm him, yeah, fa-sh*t-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans

[Verse]
(Yeah)
For you, baby, I'm a fiend (Go, go, go)
Been doing what I'm supposed to do, b*tch, what you mean?
And I wasn't f*ckin' 'round behind yo' back, b*tch, what you mean? (Yeah)
b*tches pocket watch, tryna see how much I got up in my jeans
She say I'm a dope fien, well that sh*t run in my genes
She was cross-faded off the rum and molly
I ain't f*ckin' around, none of these n*ggas, they my seeds (Yeah)
Been stuck at the top for a couple years, ain't no in between (Yeah)
Know you might can't see that b*tch, but I promise it's in my jeans (Yeah)
That n*gga a ho, that n*gga joke, that n*gga so green
R-I-N-O, I don't need no f*ckin' team
With a D-R-A-C-O, and that b*tch got a banana
Walked up in the f*ckin' show, they tryna put a n*gga on camera
Filled my cup up with the dope, I'm rockin' a pineapple Fanta
Tinted windows on the Phantom, XD-45 Hammer
His lil' sh*t just jammed up, oh my God, he so dumb
I don't give a f*ck where you from, all my n*ggas all up to somethin'
And I got this lil' b*tch so sprung
I got 'bout thirty sticks up in the trunk
Talkin' down then yo' ass get slumped
Got a B-A-M on the side of my sh*t, okay, can't fit in my denim (Yeah)
[Chorus]
3.5 in my wood, bad b*tch from the hood
I'm him, yeah, fa-sh*t-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans