McCandles - No Convertible Lyrics

Wait fore you take me

I ain't got no ceilings boi
Might die rappin' tryna make a killin' but
You don't know the feelin' boi
People gettin high off my trimmin's boi

Lord dont forsake me
Just wait fore you take me

I ain't got no ceilings boi
Might die rappin' tryna make a killin' but
You don't know the feelin' boi
People gettin high off my trimmin's boi

I done seen so many closets on hydroponic
Got it without no sockets
My homies on they f*ck a job shit
Might be Monday we on some mob shit

(Aight let's get it)
Why them boys always wanna be the one
Prolly close they eyes when the demons come
You don't know the feelin' boi
Heart throbbin' sweat beadin' boi
Once upon a time I felt defeated boi
I just wanted peace I was fiendin' for it
Girls & drugs the only thing that numbed me
Finally found my only love in a ninety something
Buick century
Trained our minds for these Functions
You ain't listenin'
This ain't over night
It's old nights freestylin' till the sun up
They ain't gotta recognize
They gotta see the come up

I love you but your friend a little funner
Big blunts bitch hell yeah imma stunna
She lovin' my dick she don't care bout my motives
I'm ridin' with the high beams on & a corona
Even when I ain't goin fast you can still hear the motor
She tried to feel up on my pants and she just found a boulder
Rocking with big knots hoe this not no boner
Got thigh pads I guess need the shoudlers

I ain't got no ceilings boi
Might die rappin' tryna make a killin' but
You don't know the feelin' boi
People gettin high off my trimmin's boi

Im so up don't wanna come down
Bitch switched up don't she look dumb now
Hit the scene & we get run down
Nowadays she lookin' run down