M.V.F.L - SIXCABCRUISIN (feat. Aspekt, Iggy Jones, Mxtxbbyghost & Dovahnoface)

Smoke fill up my lungs
I can't get enough
Papers running low
Stinger burn my thumb
Pass it to the bros go back to back it's double Dutch
Making funny money roll my swishers with a crutch

Get up off my nuts boy get bucked like he a bull rider
Ion rock with two timers
I make you my shoe shina
Who tighta than the clique is

Turn you boys to ash like the blizzy that I'm kissin

Hold on
Bro bro
Wait

Take a puff or sum
I bet that stress can start to feel so over cumbersome
I see them stats I pray to god that y'all gon run em up
I do my best to let it rock but I still give a fuck

"I know that we the hottest out u might be runner uuuuuup
You think you cool and all lil bro but u ain't one of ussssssss
Think the boy a woodland creature always on my nuts
Took my bruises and my bumps
So Brody tough it uuuuuup

Ya it's like that
Rub some dirt up on my wounds don't need no icepack
I had the mack to make it through we Flipp dem dimebags
I think I gave the wrong impression bro that's my bad

Dip my feet up in the pool
u got the wrong one
Shawty kissin on my face
But I dont give none
When I'm smokin on my swisher
Imma go dumb
But u can't see it on my face
Lil baby this aint rum

In the back wit all the homies And we geekin
This shit feel like every day
This ain't the weekend
If ya homie want that fade
I send him leakin
In the meantime I've been chillin
With the team and

Killin shows up on the mic this ain't a hobby
Smokin out the elevators to the lobby
I watchem get to tweakin like they name is Mosby
Them homies mad because we dissin like we moesly

I ain't think I hadda say shit but I do
All the content u put out that shit ain't koo
I seen posers but ain't no one like u
That expedited shipping prolly saved ya mood

Who the fuck this rando tryna smack upon the blizzy
Kick him out the circle kick him out the funk quickly
Ion do no bizness wit no rappers movin shifty
Only wit the family turnin Pennys into Millis

You ain't ever seen a 1500 whipped like this
115 on the dash and the cab holdin six
How you even gonna drop if you have heard about the clique
Of course he's on my dick he steady slobbering my shit

I know these boys do not shoot
They begging you to think they do
I got the Mary Jane in route
We steady smokin out the booth

Uh
Pick and chose
Now lil dovah pick and chose
I don't have to rock wit you
Im so selective wit my moves

Written by:
Giovanni Orrantia, Iggy Jones, Morgan Carter

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