Letras
Cruise control speed limit lean back and smoke a eighth
Put me in investigation said I bounced out with a K
And the boys don't give a fuck, they lock you up and drop the case
Im a junkie for the tris might do whatever for the taste
How you wanna be my bitch and you ain't got 100K
Put me in investigation said I bounced out with a K
I ain't focused on your heart my love I'm tryna break the bank
I'm a junkie for the tris might do whatever for the taste
The hood trophy I'm the ticket I can't catch another case
It was just a qv but then she came up on his chain
Poppin percs and poppin xans it's just to ease a nigga pain
He must be rappin bout my belt cause you ain't smacked a niggas brain
11 hours since Seattle just a lil time to think
Cruise control speed limit lean back and smoke a eighth
Ridin with a bad bitch my nigga told me up the ranks
And the boys don't give a fuck they lock you up and drop the case
You know the script, they care about you til yo ass is locked away
Riding with a hot gleek the boys blip, we on the chase
Yeah, I do the hand-to-hands, my brother grip, we"ll bust yo chase
You silver spoon, you talking about some struggle you ain't never faced
Light skin, she brace face, I leave my kids up on her face
The trick asked for BB, there ain't a price that he could pay
In a 2025, putting 30 on a tank
With an MMP9 I had to download waze
These niggas sad, he hit a PPP and tricked off all the pay
Yo pussy pink just like my pop but sorry, I will never taste
Two guns, we bank with P, I'm tryna come up on the stain
Coolin' with my white folks and poppin' shit up at the rain
Summer trappin' in the snow, I knock a hoe on BLK
No tax on my jewelry, I been shoppin' out of state
Swappin' rentals every week, what I'm hoppin' in today
If you wanna knock my bitch, you gon' have to feed her brain