We ridin
Im on a cold trip
And if the bro slip
Then uh
He dyin
Make his soul RIP
And On some cold shit
Nowuh
He flying
Had a stone grip
I let the pole rip
Nowuh
She crying
I pray my souls slips
In a cold kip
No Lyin
Roll around wit a fifth of that
Slow motion in the coupe, shit go
6 gear to the speed limit
While I'm puffin on that real good dope
Smoke so thick
Can't see where I go
I said i been dead
Now she say she seein ghost
I got big bread
Now they say he do the most
I want big checks
Now I gotta slang the clothes
I got big rep
Cause I always do the most
And I big flex
Cause I gotta break the mold
I Thought I been checked
Swear I thought you niggas knowed
And I'm spinning round Just to hearem say that nigga cold
I got clothes for the go
And it's sold
Prolly guna spend a couple racks at the store
Double back on the prof just to reup buy some moe
Aid the streets with the drip
Watch me build watch me grow
I planted this shit
Back in the trap
I was manic as shit
Im savage as shit
I Did it no one handed me shit
Now I'm out in Zürich with a passport and shit
I need my Swiss cheese on a platter
I got these big trees in the grabba
I tell a bitch please
Then I grabba she say
This a m3 drive it faster
We ridin
Im on a cold trip
And if the bro slip
Then uh
He dyin
Make his soul RIP
And On some cold shit
Nowuh
He flying
Had a stone grip
I let the pole rip
Nowuh
She crying
I pray my souls slips
In a cold kip
No Lyin
I swear my moms gone be mad at me
While I'm Swerving in the mercy doing it sporadically
I swear to god that I'm glad to see
All you motherf*ckers lookin like damn he really had the key
I aint never took my foot off the gas
Im pushin through the limits
With the beamy do the dash
Puffin on some potent
Everybody kno this gas
If Tryna smoke like me
You better buy a couple bags
Polizei in the back of me
And I'm sweatin bullets cause the homie strapped right in back of me
I bang a left and I park the 3
I Hop out
Walk off
Hit the cut
Then I spark the the tree
My nerves bad and they get to me I'm on edge er'day like who tempting me
I need space get back don't step to me
Arrest in ya chest flesh gone Rest In Peace
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We ridin
Im on a cold trip
And if the bro slip
Then uh
He dyin
Make his soul RIP
And On some cold shit
Nowuh
He flying
Had a stone grip
I let the pole rip
Nowuh
She crying
I pray my souls slips
In a cold kip
No Lyin
Roll around wit a fifth of that
Slow motion in the coupe, shit go
6 gear to the speed limit
While I'm puffin on that real good dope
Smoke so thick
Can't see where I go
I said i been dead
Now she say she seein ghost
I got big bread
Now they say he do the most
I want big checks
Now I gotta slang the clothes
I got big rep
Cause I always do the most
And I big flex
Cause I gotta break the mold
I Thought I been checked
Swear I thought you niggas knowed
And I'm spinning round Just to hearem say that nigga cold
I got clothes for the go
And it's sold
Prolly guna spend a couple racks at the store
Double back on the prof just to reup buy some moe
Aid the streets with the drip
Watch me build watch me grow
I planted this shit
Back in the trap
I was manic as shit
Im savage as shit
I Did it no one handed me shit
Now I'm out in Zürich with a passport and shit
I need my Swiss cheese on a platter
I got these big trees in the grabba
I tell a bitch please
Then I grabba she say
This a m3 drive it faster
We ridin
Im on a cold trip
And if the bro slip
Then uh
He dyin
Make his soul RIP
And On some cold shit
Nowuh
He flying
Had a stone grip
I let the pole rip
Nowuh
She crying
I pray my souls slips
In a cold kip
No Lyin
I swear my moms gone be mad at me
While I'm Swerving in the mercy doing it sporadically
I swear to god that I'm glad to see
All you motherf*ckers lookin like damn he really had the key
I aint never took my foot off the gas
Im pushin through the limits
With the beamy do the dash
Puffin on some potent
Everybody kno this gas
If Tryna smoke like me
You better buy a couple bags
Polizei in the back of me
And I'm sweatin bullets cause the homie strapped right in back of me
I bang a left and I park the 3
I Hop out
Walk off
Hit the cut
Then I spark the the tree
My nerves bad and they get to me I'm on edge er'day like who tempting me
I need space get back don't step to me
Arrest in ya chest flesh gone Rest In Peace
Im on a cold trip
And if the bro slip
Then uh
He dyin
Make his soul RIP
And On some cold shit
Nowuh
He flying
Had a stone grip
I let the pole rip
Nowuh
She crying
I pray my souls slips
In a cold kip
No Lyin
Roll around wit a fifth of that
Slow motion in the coupe, shit go
6 gear to the speed limit
While I'm puffin on that real good dope
Smoke so thick
Can't see where I go
I said i been dead
Now she say she seein ghost
I got big bread
Now they say he do the most
I want big checks
Now I gotta slang the clothes
I got big rep
Cause I always do the most
And I big flex
Cause I gotta break the mold
I Thought I been checked
Swear I thought you niggas knowed
And I'm spinning round Just to hearem say that nigga cold
I got clothes for the go
And it's sold
Prolly guna spend a couple racks at the store
Double back on the prof just to reup buy some moe
Aid the streets with the drip
Watch me build watch me grow
I planted this shit
Back in the trap
I was manic as shit
Im savage as shit
I Did it no one handed me shit
Now I'm out in Zürich with a passport and shit
I need my Swiss cheese on a platter
I got these big trees in the grabba
I tell a bitch please
Then I grabba she say
This a m3 drive it faster
We ridin
Im on a cold trip
And if the bro slip
Then uh
He dyin
Make his soul RIP
And On some cold shit
Nowuh
He flying
Had a stone grip
I let the pole rip
Nowuh
She crying
I pray my souls slips
In a cold kip
No Lyin
I swear my moms gone be mad at me
While I'm Swerving in the mercy doing it sporadically
I swear to god that I'm glad to see
All you motherf*ckers lookin like damn he really had the key
I aint never took my foot off the gas
Im pushin through the limits
With the beamy do the dash
Puffin on some potent
Everybody kno this gas
If Tryna smoke like me
You better buy a couple bags
Polizei in the back of me
And I'm sweatin bullets cause the homie strapped right in back of me
I bang a left and I park the 3
I Hop out
Walk off
Hit the cut
Then I spark the the tree
My nerves bad and they get to me I'm on edge er'day like who tempting me
I need space get back don't step to me
Arrest in ya chest flesh gone Rest In Peace
Writer: The Homie
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