Yung Boss Crook - Nick Van Exel

Ooweeeeee
That was on point
Uhn
Nick Van Axel
Nick Van Axel
That shit throwed
Back in the day
I used to whip a 93 Lincoln town car
It had a couple dings
But it was mine
That slab took me everywhere
From A to Z
I was trapping out the trunk
With a Foreign on my mind
Back when I was poppin pills
Like Senior citizen
Rolling hard
Knockin brawds off
Chasing dividends
Pull up on the homies
Smoke
Then I’m in the wind again
Watch on my wrist
Got me feeling like Ben Tennyson
Swangin lane to lane
Moving state-to-state
Just left the club at 4am
I got a class At 8
But I ain’t trippin
Told my fam I’ll be back Saturday
Kuz I’m gon have to comeback home
And reup anyway
Ain’t seen it done like this
Well let me demonstrate
Oow
Don’t hurt yaself tryna imitate
Im the same G in the trap or chapel
Getting to money
While the trunk Bump and raddle
I Swear I’m out here
Grinding
No Zzz's
No sleep
No zzz's
No sleep
No Zzz's
No sleep
Told the fam I got em
You can lean on me
You can lean on me
You can lean on me my nigga
Laid back behind tint,
On the scene low key
On the scene low key
On the scene low key
Same ole G in the trap or the chapel
Dallas to L.A. like I’m Nick Van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Swangin
Pull up on em
Like a nicka herding Cattle
Gripping wood grain
Like the reigns On a saddle
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Swanging
Pull up on em
Like a nigga herding Cattle
Gripping wood grain
Like the reigns On a saddle
Like howdy partner
Bout my dollars
All the haters better get
Wanted from the
South
To the
West
I reckon I’m the shit
From the D to Hollywood
Like Axel Foley nicka
Don’t matter where I swang
The laws still roll a nicka
Kuz I've got diamonds
Up against the Wood
I’m looking good
I play to win
And my bitch lookin
Like A trophy nicka
I been grinding all night
I ain’t been to sleep
My mama asked where I’ve been
I’ve been in the streets
I’m tryna get it out the mud
Like some Dirty cleats.
Stay on my grind whether rain
Snow
Or
Sleet
You’d have to be deaf and blind
Not Notice me
Juice overflowing
Got fein'n for the potency
I’m international
They hate'n on me locally
But I ain’t trippin
When you shine
That’s how sposed to be
They just mad
I’m still grindin
No Zzz's
No sleep
No zzz's
No sleep
No Zzz's
No sleep
Told the fam I got em
You can lean on me
You can lean on me
You can lean on me my nigga
Laid back behind tint
On the scene low key
On the scene low key
On the scene low key
Same ole G in the trap or the chapel
Dallas to L.A. like I’m Nick Van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Swangin
Pull up on em
Like a nicka herding Cattle
Gripping wood grain
Like the reigns On a saddle
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Nick van Axel
Swangin
Pull up on em
Like a nigga herding cattle
Gripping wood wheel
Like the reigns On a saddle
Haahn

Written by:
Chaudwick Dingus-Williams

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