Xavtimer - Hit the Brakes (feat. Flea Boi)

Hit the brakes
Hit the brakes
Cop a new addition what will it take
I been doin this shit don’t know what more I can say
Doctor whoin bitches you can go and catch me in space
Why I keep hearin bout jakes
I don’t think they know my name
I been stearin out the lane
Gimmie face she gimmie brain
Brain brain dang
What I’m missin now
I show u all of this cheddar now you missin out
Yeah well I just went shoppin and bitch I’m trickin out
Meetin now u chicken out wrist gon flip bitch go wow
Anotha mornin gon it pasted
But it don’t matter cuz the boof help the time pass
I just had to check the temp that shit leaking broke the glass
Like run it back it’s sqweakin on the track
Brand new sneaks come check the tag
Trick or treat I got sum bags
We Been on our lonely sippin on sum forty’s thinkin bout all shit we could have
Wish we wish we could have
Woshy woshy my bad
I got her drippin under covers like the seals I got mags
I detach and attach for the cash I need all of the racks
Hit the brakes
Hit the brakes
Cop a new addition what will it take
I been doin this shit don’t know what more I can say
Doctor whoin bitches you can go and catch me in space
You won’t catch me no way
You won’t catch me no way
You won’t catch me, but check please
then I’ll be on my way
yeah I’ll be on my way
Give a fuck anyway
Yeah I’m up in the clouds my weed potent okay yuh yuh
Yuh they thought it was cool just to talk on me ya
Yeah they thought it was cool just to plot on me yeah
Yeah the talk a the town so don’t snooze on me yeah
I got Henny the booze got the boof on me yeah
Yeah but I’m the operator, runnin off I’m always faded
Memories is steady fadin, I know time is never waitin
Know my know my team is loyal
No we never lived that royal
Had to grind up from the soil
Get ya grind up or turmoil
Comin present
When I walk in feel my presence
Wrap a eighth up like a present
I feel great, I feel impressive
Over my bars they obsessive
Hadda ask em who they tessin
Imma natural, its a blessin
La la Life say count your blessings
Give a fuck bout what they talking bout cuz we bout it for real
And give a fuck we fuckin taken off we taken off for real
Yeah on my mind is fuckin greatness on my plate a 3 course meal
I’m bout my shit, I’m bout my grain, I’m bout by smoke, I cannot chill
Nah
Hit the brakes
Hit the brakes
Cop a new addition what will it take
I been doin this shit don’t know what more I can say
Doctor whoin bitches you can go and catch me in space

Written by:
Flea boi, Mikey XAV

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