Rollin N da Badillac

Smoke rollin' out the whip, like we swingin' the battle axe

Got the homie wavin' straps, like he a fuckin' thunder cat

Bitch better have my money, or he catch a better sweat

Pulled off the curb, midnight, ass tray Overflowing, window barely cracked

Whole block know what I'm smokin' Battle act, floatin' paint

Wetter than the ocean, every turn I take Heavy like the feds, I already know

And I ain't nervous, though, heart cold Mind focused, bendin' shit

Deeper than the blunt that I just roasted Real ones in the car, fake ones get no notice

Talk slick, get folded, disappear like hocus pocus

I came from the dirt, where the stress never naps

Money over morals, learn fast how to adapt Homies keep it solid, no rats, no cracks

If you old and you duckin, we gon' handle that fast

It's a fuckin' slap, slap, this real life Livin' white, knuckles on the wheel

Whole time I'm grinnin, pressure cook Diamonds I was built for the tension

If you speak on my name, better finish the sentence

Smokin, smokin, chokin, rollin' bloods in the battle axe

Smoke rollin' out the whip, like we swingin' the battle axe

Got the homie wavin' straps, like he a fuckin' thunder cat

Bitch, better have my money, or he'll catch a battle slap

Puffin, smokin, chokin, rollin' bloods in the battle axe

Smoke rollin' out the whip, like we swingin' the battle axe

Got the homie wavin' straps, like he a fuckin' thunder cat

Bitch, better have my money, or he'll catch a battle slap

Ash fallin' on my lap, still I don't flinch Life ugly sometimes, but the vision still crisp

I done slept with them bitches, stayed in some cold-ass chips

Now it's leather seats, chrome, got my foot on the zip

I don't hate for the fake, I hustle for survival

Every dollar got a stack, every bingey got a rival

They never been lied to, cross had to cut off my rivals

Now I trust my instincts more than fuckin' disciples

Street math simple, don't fuckin' talk, don't fold

Keep your fuckin' word like scripture, keep your circle small

So they can't fuckin' hit ya

Seen fate once shatter when the pressure got cold

Now I move like a ghost, barely touchin' on the road

Battle like heavy trunks, smell like thick smoke

Rear view full of sins, but I still fuckin' smoke till I choke

Hide and dance with disaster, hide and laugh

With the devil and the pastor, still standin' ten toes

Bitch, I'm built outta metal

Puffin, smokin, chokin, rollin' bloods in the battle axe

Smoke rollin' out the whip, like we swingin' the battle axe

Got the homie wavin' straps like he a fuckin' thundercat

Bitch, better have my money or he catch a battle slap

Puffin, smokin, chokin, rollin' bloods in the battle axe

Smoke rollin' out the whip, like we swingin' the battle axe

Got the homie wavin' straps like he a fuckin' thundercat

Bitch, better have my money or he catch a battle slap

Late night engine hum, tires always squealin' and whisperin' secrets

Every corner got a thug, every block got a hustler

I stay chasin' money, and I always bait a sucker

I chase it when I see it, but the shit cost money in the street

Always need it, I ain't here to be famous

I'm here to make a statement, bills paid in fair and paired

Keep food on they plate, if a problem come knockin

I ain't duckin' the fake, I been ready for the storm

Since the clouds was fuckin' gray

Smoked it like the past, can't erase that shit

But I learned how to roll it, how to take that shit

Every loss turn to stress, everything got a gift

Now I ride with my head up, never fuckin' sleep

Puffin, smokin, chokin, rollin' bloods in the battle axe

Smoke rollin' out the whip, like we swingin' the battle axe

Got the homie wavin' straps like he a fuckin' thundercat

Bitch, better have my money, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know the rest of that

Bitch, better have my money, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know the rest of that