Dave Hill, B. Lewie, & FatRay100 - 90 Down The Lodge

Ayy, ayy, is you ridin', is you rollin'
I know baby girl ain't mine, she a loaner
Is you shinin', is you focused
If you catch her out with gang, she a goner
Ayy, I got horses in the motor
I'm gettin' off or gettin' over
I'm in my lane, I ain't pressed about you lame niggas
I'm brushin' haters off the shoulder
I'm too high, doing 90 down the lodge
I can barely stay in between the lines
Feels like I spent hours on the grind
Ask Baby girl, can I get the time

Need a rocky presidential like I voted for it
Presidents, I'm tryna bubble like a voting form
Still connected with the plugs feel like a circuit board
If I wanna change a play up, I can motion for it
Baby, know before I fuck, I need them vocal chords
Only talk to me about paper or I'm gon' ignore it, oh lord
Scoochin' my way to the top till I get overlord
Hit the blinker, think I'm about to hit a turning point
Gear shift down on the lodge till I hit Jefferson
Text gotta say something about checks if you want me checkin' it
In sections lookin' like I lift weights the way I be flexin' it
Pops just say I shoulda invested it, but I ain't listen

Ayy, ayy, is you ridin', is you rollin'
I know baby girl ain't mine, she a loner
Is you shinin', is you focused
If you catch her out with gang, she a goner
Ayy, I got horses in the motor
I'm gettin' off or gettin' over
I'm in my lane, I ain't pressed about you lame niggas
I'm brushin' haters off the shoulder
I'm too high, doing 90 down the lodge
I can barely stay in between the lines
Feels like I spent hours on the grind
Ask Baby girl, can I get the time

Ayy, you can tell that I'm a star, the way I tilt my hat
Baby head was five stars, I had to tip my hat
I don't wanna chit-chat, I'm here to get my check
I'm a new G-Wag, you ain't in my class
I got so many gifts, can't even fit my bag
I ain't just hop in it, I done zipped my bag
Ain't gon' get your finger sticky, baby, get out then
You don't wanna get this chicken, brody, miss out then
Ayy, fuck is homie on
I got real boss, player in my chromosomes
Perrier, Juliet, bitch, I'm Romeo
Baby thinkin' Ruth Chris, shit, what Coney on

Ayy, ayy, is you ridin', is you rollin'
I know baby girl ain't mine, she a loaner
Is you shinin', is you focused
If you catch her out with gang, she a goner
Ayy, I got horses in the motor
I'm gettin' off or gettin' over
I'm in my lane, I ain't pressed about you lame niggas
I'm brushin' haters off the shoulder
I'm too high, doing 90 down the lodge
I can barely stay in between the lines
Feels like I spent hours on the grind
Ask Baby girl, can I get the time

Written by:
Brandon Lewis, David Hill-Gray

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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