Blaze Cobalt - Link

She better stop bluffin' I need her (bitch)
Yea come and ride in my two-seater (huh)
Tryna show you something that's a lil sweater
But I promise to never mistreat her
I got gas coming in, check the meter
My car don't need no heater
Hot box, gas going down by the meter (I'm sparkin)
Posted up in my blacked out Kia
Only fat backwoods I feed her
Blunt trauma type procedure
I got gas, you know it's cheaper
If you want it, hit my beeper
Was I smoking? you know we were
I do it in my leisure
Neek da Freak, yea that's my teacher
Taught me up to be a dealer
Still I gotta switch the flow, I'm breaking low, like pick and roll
You niggas don't got dough, it's all for show, they fronted dro'
Don't talk, you way below, you not my bro, it's life I know
Just keep it moving fast and go, you gonna glo, put on a show (hey)
Not tryna save her like I'm link, you might miss me if you blink
I need that pussy lil pink, and that hair with all them kinks
I'm not really into them drinks, rather spark up and look chink
Now it's nothing I do but think, niggas like me are extinct

Written by:
Aaron Williams

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