Wishi 6k - CRUISE INto terror

Excuse me I just had to catch my breath
Been smokin' too much since a young one
Tried to quit but that's against my bets
I'm in all chips
You into simpin'
Over bitches, who ain't listen
To the shit that you producin'
Lay that shit to rest
One through ten, like "What the fuck, you rate the tape after one listen?"
Money I spend on whatever I want, please explain how is that your business?
One through Ten, like "How damn high?"
I was three-six, Juicy J cranking up the volume so you hear me bitch I made it
Flip it, fuck it
Switchblade tucking
Hear the coop and chickens clucking
See me in the function, lost count bumping
Too many cups and it got me like "fuck this"
Duckin' bitches tryna jump tip
Just wanna get head blown in the car
Vincent Vega in the whip, hop out piss
On ya brand new Cadillac, step back zip
Countin' up my dollas, keep it stashed away for rainy times
See me lurkin down through the alleyway i'll tell you that i'm fine
With a suicidal thought since I was a youngin' up into my prime
But anyways, when I make my pay, it's eggs how my life sunnyside

I'm up, what the fuck?
Number one, had you questioning my bluff
Wait there's none? Hold up son
What I called them, ain't it fun?
Obvious, obviously I treat it like it's nothing
It's nothing, it's muthafuckin nothing
Wassup? Me and Ec ain't doing much
You no fun, bitch you suck
I'm on something you never heard them bumping
I'm slumping on roads, but I treat it like it's nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing, it's Muthafuckin nothing

It's nothing, It's nothing, it's Muthafuckin nothing
It's nothing, It's nothing, it's Muthafuckin nothing

It's nothing I care about when I be going manic and I mob with the bros
I slide in, no soap, I like to be cold in hottest weather, makes the music better, hoe
I ain't afraid to go ghost and solo out, when you ain't change and start saying I'm selling Out
Tell me how the fuck that makes any sense, I'm scraping up dollas to never need bailing Out
Bailing the function right after you smoked me out, and checked my account, for real
Making my rounds, then chill on the couch with a bitch that slid me an eighth of the psil-
I ain't never into that druggy shit... Nah I'm just playin' so you get the deal
I seal my lips, come slide with the cruise into terror, don't care if I die, how you feel?
Let's hit the club, but I ain't even old enough fuck it, let's turn up the crib
And blow the whole paycheck I ain't even made yet
Shit, next month I'll double, so it is what it is
No fib, no bluff, so call it
I'm boppin' my head so hard got me nauseous
Jumpin' the fence, the bricks, the box that you try to put me in
To 6k it's nothin'

Written by:
Alex Baker

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find