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So when I get my bread baby quit askin'

Start the whip man let's go for a ride
Looking at my wrist it's about that time
Ridin down on the boulevard

well done i aint boastin
They just with the commotion and wave ya down by the ocean coast
Im stockton when the money gross
Im stock in the portfolio
Im

You bought new Louis shoes to hype you up 
Brought you a brand new whip to psych you up 
Still hanging on the block to size you up
You worth a couple

and match up my time
2 Tone Rollie with no diamonds, It’s big money and it’s quiet
She like to fuck in the whip, I’m getting the windows tinted
If she can

to bang it
New style new crowd dude bring it
Like nu nile lay fools down when I'm wavin'
Blind fury I ride for who ride for me
5 shots I ain't have to shoot

don't talk that gun play but this town getting brazy
Come to my hood lay you down now you lazy
My mother made me, Van Orden raised me
From '94 til now

shove this bitch sideways down your throat then make you shit lead
Now tell me how that digests sorry I did it again
Always talking about killing what can

I'm telling you we coming mane
Stupid

She say the hoes on my dick 
Fuck that I'm stacking these chips
I keep on crashing the whip 
Cause I be

on destinations 
You just need some inspiration 
Like how this white boy in a better situation 
I was down cookin just like a Cajun 
Dealing with frustration

buddy
Popped one imma go zoom
Space whip take a trip go vrooom
Got me a constellation on the roof
I Got me Orion’s Belt on me like ou
Mixin potion yea

This is that drip, never no dry cleaned
Get in the whip, don't worry 'bout driving
I'm writing a hit, this setting your mind free
Christ with it,

bout to drive me crazy
Smoked with my cuzzo now i'm way too lazy
Weed in the whip man it's way too hazy
Granny in the kitchen makin mac and cheese
Old

& they stay talking down but I'm on one 
Whole clique got locked & they sung 
I'll shoot up the block make em all run 
We can do it all night let the law

it Andy he coming aye
Wassup my guy Jack Frost whip and I ride uh
No gang, don’t bang, just know I got mob ties uh
Nowadays in the grave cuz a nigga

niggas be folders
Put out the match it get Smoldered
Wait
Zoom zoom whip in Ar race car
Wait hold up like empty the clip
She gagging and shit im bagging ya

How I whip it
I'm just livin off the grits and the grams and the rubbish
Spray the hot water on your skin
I just think about you freshly rinsed
Towel

pretty ass down for me 
I can't tell if you ride for me 
Bonnie and Clyde would you die for me
Smoke a spliff and get high with me 
I'm just saying how

To get the paper stacked like the fucken finance commission
To get these hunnit racks right now I be down in the trenches
But I be fighting through it
You

it all stay away from the renting
Sitting in a brand new whip and I was venting
Wrote my own story now I gotta happy ending
Message sending Gucci

When the weekend comes around I can't be feeling weak
See I'm ready
And I'm feeling good
Weekdays were long 
But ain't no way they could
Bring me down
I

drivin you crazy
I see you around
You back on yo BS
And my 10 toes are down
Girl you know you cant front
You gone see me in town
Dont you ask if i got it

Stuck in my bag, never lookin back
Aye, Hoppin out the both going super Mario in this fucking coupe
Gunning down your hood like a fucking troop
I am

down 
Nobody tried to reach out

Can't catch me, going fast
Sign a deal ya show me cash
Fuck the rest man all trash 
In a whip, got plenty gas

I'm

the weather
Cruising with the whip, some would call it trendsetter
Got this icing on the cake bitch, nah my shirt is wetter
Yeah who am i?
Eye to the sky
Never