Connor Doyle, AYVERY - Cruisin'

Yeah you know we cruising down five one
Feeling good yeah we're having fun
On the aux and our song comes on
Loop it till we out the car and done (ay)
Yeah you know we cruising down five one (one)
Feeling good yeah we're having fun (fun)
On the aux and our song comes on (on)
Loop it till we out the car and done (ay)
Oh

Yeah we on different bank rolls
I'm first class all the way to Barbados (cash)
I don't wanna see you on the road
But you won't stop blowing up my phone (pah pah)
I know y'all keep talking
I can't hear cause I've been locked in (lock)
If you wanna talk profits hit me up when y'all got deposits
Yeah they walk up to me and I know they got a lot to say
We say keep the drinks coming but you won't send them our way
I can see the chain and I can tell that that's fake
You talking trash to me boy that's a mistake

Wait hold up Connor let me talk my shit dog (hold up)
I'm just sitting here chillin let me spit dog (I'm just chillin)
I was in my feelings now I'm pissed off
I was down bad had to make a pit stop
Now I'm back bitch (yeah I'm back)
Now I'm talking my shit like a crap bitch (doo doo)
Hop on this track going bat shit (crazy)
Dick riding hop off my back bitch (get the fuck off my dick)

Yeah you know we cruising down five one
Feeling good yeah we're having fun
On the aux and our song comes on
Loop it till we out the car and done (ay)
Yeah you know we cruising down five one (one)
Feeling good yeah we're having fun (fun)
On the aux and our song comes on (on)
Loop it till we out the car and done (ay)
Oh

Oh my god I'm going crazy (wild)
This shit going insane
Got two bad bitches I don't even know they name (two bad bitches)
Think they might've said like Mary Jane (huh)
Told me fly out so I put her on a plane (put her on a plane)
Beat it up yeah I'm fucking up her frame (fucking up her frame)
Take a pic imma put it in a frame (put it in a frame)
Take a pic she gonna put it on the main (put it on the main)
Ay
Not the finsta (nope)
Post it up on the block like it's insta (brodie posted up)
Told a bitch kick rocks I ain't with you (bitch kick rocks)
Got too much sauce yeah I'm dripped up (damn sauce)
Got too much sauce like I made spaghetti
Got all this cream like I work at Freddy's
Imma grab that beam and let it blow confetti (pah)
Rolling with my team and you know we ready
Bitch

Written by:
Avery Scammahorn, Connor Doyle

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