Thousand Miles lyrics

[Intro]
(Ok is the hardest I swear to God)

[Part I]
3.5 in my backwood that sh*t hit my chest
And my hoe be asking me if I’m good, I can't even text back (We gon be ok)
Walk up in that corner store, I cop 4 bags of Grabba
I just hopped up on a Ok beat, I ain’t even pay a dollar
5$tar sh*t, I’m in LA, I smoke on wawa
That sh*t you say in my face I love that sound like lala
b*tch I’m going up I might just f*ck on LaLa
I hit opp bih’ with katana
I go melee when I don’t got fye
I puff on runts, smoke in my eye
All that subbing sh*t on live
I be f*cked up I can’t lie
I-I said f*ck the other side

[Part II]
Watch how my young n*ggas steal yo’ sh*t
Got 30 ball walk in that b*tch
[?] broke as f*ck
My young n*gga took yo’ sh*t
f*ck n*gga out of luck
I had to get that balance up
I took a [?] out of my pint, stuck
I’m here finger-f*cking thе b*tch
n*gga I can't control the whip
Got baking soda I’m [?]
I rock Ibraggs on my fit
I just walked in the show but I ain’t on thе list
I got the lo’ then come get Tris
[?] then put on Ricks
I bought that b*tch a top for Christmas
Need a [?] I broke my wrist
I been whipping I got in the mix
I’m with Drank I bought the stick
He got me mad I gotta be in the 6
No Nintendo b*tch I got a switch
I put a box on my new b*tch
I’m going [?] come get some pack a punch I swear that b*tch gon’ hit
5$tar I tat my f*cking wrist
23 popping f*cking hip
Mason slide through, swap the vin
Gon’ quickdraw I push his sh*t in
I f*ck around pull out a 10
It’s too late we don’t do bands
Lil Tjay can’t smoke in the crib
[Outro]
(Nah)
(N-nah)
(b*tch)