Crae - Petrol (feat. GL Smoov)

Car smell like I spilled a little petrol
Weekend here sippin' D'usse XO
Growing up, told me trust God & let go
Trust ain't got shit, but this dick for the next hoe
SG the mob, please don't get turned to pesto
Out in DC like I'm Brian Orakpo
Why?
I'm out here chasing the sack though
X marks the spot like I'm playing Tic-Tac-Toe
Another bitch really wishing I ain't let go
Now I'm a shit, told her go and get Pepto
I'm still on the ground like the Metro
But I'm still stacking money like Legos
Got me a chick, thick waist, ass fat
Smack her with the Rolls, yeah
Back then, I used to wish for a bag
When I got into the money, kept it rollin
Sixty blue strips in the Roll like Nip
Decade plus, I been on my shit
Now my name hold weight, you can hold my dick
Your chain need a buffer while my neck on glitch
I don't do discussion boy I step on shit
Big dog rockin' with the big mob, tell the bitch good job
Head from a red bone bitch
I don't got a bluff, I just stand on ten
I ain't tryin' beef, I just keep my peace
From the coast of the east, boy, came up by the sea
And I'm fuckin' with a thotty, cause her body so unique
Left cheek, right cheek, put your hands on your knees
If the bitch throwin head, I'ma catch it like disease
Nun but money on my mind, I ain't got time for Z's
Now I smoke while I drive, cause that shit bring me peace
A lul somethin' in my cup, I'ma do as I please
Car smell like I spilled a little petrol
Weekend here sippin' D'usse XO
Growing up, told me trust God & let go
Trust ain't got shit, but this dick for the next hoe
SG the mob, please don't get turned to pesto
Out in DC like I'm Brian Orakpo
Why?
I'm out here chasing the sack though
X marks the spot like I'm playing Tic-Tac-Toe
Another bitch really wishing I ain't let go
Now I'm a shit, told her go and get Pepto
I'm still on the ground like the Metro
But I'm still stacking money like Legos
Got me a chick, thick waist, ass fat
Smack her with the Rolls, yeah
Back then, I used to wish for a bag
When I got into the money, kept it rollin
Hopped in the mix
Tryna get that water that drip
All on the top of my wrist
Change up the face in a minute
I treat it like some of these niggas
I don't even like to get in it if it ain't a hemi or one of the newest editions
I don't even like to have smoke with these niggas but ready if anyone spark up the
Pound of the dro got a young nigga lazy
But getting money real quick how the bank be
Out of the south of the state
No way could he be ripping these tracks like he's made to be
Niggas want beef then I'm serving the beef
Imma hand em a plate like I'm catering
Want a baddie like chick who look thicker than grits
and an attitude kinda like Amerie
Car smell like I spilled a little petrol
Weekend here sippin' D'usse XO
Growing up, told me trust God & let go
Trust ain't got shit, but this dick for the next hoe
SG the mob, please don't get turned to pesto
Out in DC like I'm Brian Orakpo
Why?
I'm out here chasing the sack though
X marks the spot like I'm playing Tic-Tac-Toe

Written by:
Charles McCrae, Gregory Leonard II

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