76 Miles lyrics

[Verse 1]

On the phone talking numbers with J Manny
Sipping on E&J, so it's Rest in Peace to my Granny
Rican chick in that two piece, I got my hands on her fanny
Keep eyes on these little n*ggas, I play the role of a nanny
Pulled me a Spanish chica, I thinka imma call her Dora
Think I met her in Florida, she give me no neck like Florida
But we still had Good Times, girl i'm a lifestyle catcher
Just call me Detroit L-O, or call me the pus*y stretcher
When I send hoes the pic, they always say goofy sh*t
Likе, "boy that pic ain't you" or "I don't think it's gon fit"
I'm at the crib, champagne and flicks, n*gga while it's thundеring
I don't approach b*tches, I like to keep them wondering
n*ggas hate so much, I think ya'll need something to do
And i'm balling out the ass, but yo boy ain't number two
I stick paper together like I play with elmers glue
LiveRAW Die RAW GBT, we the crew
Ya'll n*ggas need a bae, I need bands today
They might be making millions but these n*ggas really gay
Good head, give her props, cuz that's a shiny ass stick
Look like a kitchen floor when you run a swiffer cross that b*tch
20 years old with a Cadi in my name
Lil n*gga I was stacking, I suggest you do the same
Always talking bout what they need all day
Never cuff a b*tch who always smell like weed all day
In my city, you can't trust a eastside female
So if you f*ck with one, don't buy the sh*t that she sell
f*ck relationship goals, I'm out here tryna touch pros
You caked up with the same hoe that wanted us to run Sto's
n*ggas in the streets out here doing the most boy
Even if the money hot, I'm breaking bread like toast boy
Left the club with his chick, he mad I took her
And now he thinking it's a joke, he tryna find Ashton Kutcher
Grab her anytime, suckers gon have to book her
Playing on my green, now i'm on the T like Booker
If a b*tch get too stuck up, man I might have to cook her
And now she playing with my meat, so I call her a butcher

[Hook]

76 Miles, my bros going wild
Pop Bottega with bimbos is my style
Speed up....... now speed up [repeat]

[Verse 2]

You ride with one chick, L-O like to chill with 3
Two giving stupid head, other rolling up the tree
Told her I don't even smoke, she said "n*gga this for me
And when I'm done with the blunt, I want you to give me the D"
Throw a cape on that hoe, cuz that girl a super freak
I had to give her the pipe, just so I can fix the leak
Flat screen, watching Martin, spilling Moet on the couch
On my way to some coochie, money call, I switch the route
Cuz pus*y ain't a necessity or found in US Treasury
Baby I'm the ruler, so it ain't no need to measure me
Counting up a couple thousand dollars feels heavenly
Call a n*gga #1 girlfriend to pleasure me
n*gga imma flex her, call me Mr. Homewrecker
Do her wrong and then I next her, then I skate like Ryan Sheckler
Tryna compete with us, man you already took a loss
Hit her with the stick, then I pass her, I should play Lacross
b*tch I got the cream, I'm the Dairy Queen king
Making mad money, so you know my pockets mean green
Step up in that b*tch Nautica'd down, i'm a trend setter
n*ggas call me L-O the crater, how I cut cheddar
I ain't talking Gucci when a n*gga got some G's on me
Hoes treat me like nachos, they want me when I got cheese on me
Pass me the rag, n*ggas bout to get wiped out
f*ck sweeping n*ggas, bro we bout to pull the mops out
One of my goals, to leave my hoes with the crushed face
Now these b*tches tripping with no shoe lace
Thinking sh*t sweet, better get the f*ck out my face
Want an automatic friend, b*tch go make a Myspace b*tch
You can't even suck yo way back on my team
She a double back queen, looking for a royal king
I swear these hoes silly like a Kevin Hart stand up
n*ggas wanna argue over Twitter, n*gga man up
Lil n*ggas talk like they a grown man, little boy
Getting they ass whooped by they mama's man, baby boy
Never show the real good life to a simple hoe
So I smashed her on some sheets that I got from the dollar store
Yea you looking crispy with yo little Louis fit
I throw on American Eagle and I still pull yo b*tch
That chick can't keep it real, n*gga I don't even like her
That's why when I hit, I change my b*tches like a sh*tty diaper