Cruise Tha Junebug - What It Do

Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha Junie
Know them heads turn when we come through
What it do, uh
(Im blowed)
Gorilla, cold killer
Yo what up snow, a go getta
Yeah, yeah
Okay

Know my Cuz got the two tone Caddy with the slides
You know we gonna ride
Rollin up the pine in the back, two straps on my lap
One on the side
We bust out the trap
Me and some bitches in the club with a bag, like what you wanna do
Bust a move, hey
Up in my sweats
I aint dressed to impress
But them heads turn when we come through
What it do

Ten drinks deep when I saw this lil shawty
She a hottie with a body
Think she prolly from Japan
Said that she came to the club with her man
But Imma take her, thats a robbery
Oh oh golley
I could be your Clyde as long as you be my Bonnie
I need you to try me
Just follow that kush, it be easy to find me
She gave me some molly
I need some Dasani
I bust out my dance
Say Im Cruisey Tha Junie
I know you aint know me
I used to move elbows and OZs
Like hella
And if you real special
I just might let her call me Cody
She told me to keep this shit on the down low
Okay
Wont even be telling the homies
Im real
To Hell with the phony
Just me and my forty
We walk down the block
Bitch Im doly
Im off
But I gotta letcha know
Im all about the doe
Two old cars, couple moonshine jars
Pound of sour, in an hour
Ill have that shit sold
On an old town road
This engine is speedy
You never could beat me
I know that shit cold
You better be easy
By the end of this shit Ill be like Nefertiti
Boy dripping in gold
What it do
Oh guey, Oh guey
I eat the shrooms with OJ
And go away, so away
Till I got no sense (cents) like low wage
And no fake, I done seen about everything but old age
And no day I aint fresh like Colgate
No way
OJ
Kill that beat, closed case

Cuz got the two tone Caddy with the slides
You know we gonna ride
Rollin up the pine in the back, two straps on my lap
One on the side
We bust out the trap
Me and some bitches in the club with a bag, like what you wanna do
Bust a move, hey
Up in my sweats
I aint dressed to impress
But them heads turn when we come through
What it do

(Now that theres a good girl there boy)
But I had to let her go
Now they saying
"Cruisey pretty witty" when he pull up with a biddie from the city
Fat ass big ass titties
Got me saying "Gimmie gimmie" like a lil kiddy
For that kitty kitty
In it quickly
Going rounds till Im empty
We can get this paper, split the profit 50/50
You play with my babe its bang bang chiddy chiddy
What it do
Bitch

Gorilla, cold killer
Yo what up snow, a go getta
My bitch bad, posting pics all on Instagram with no filter
I eat it up, no dinner
Delicious
Front and get a couple holes in you
Why Cruisey real sweet and they so bitter
Hoe rillas
No trippin
I wake up, go and get it boy

Shit, where my thrown
It be all for the take
I go hard like I ball for the Lakes
Was on the block, like I be all in the paint
The boy raising the stakes
Im too real
Yall be praising the fake
I dont know about changing my fate
Im amazing with grace
But my own mind is a dangerous place
Holler at Tyson up in heaven tell him "save me a place"
Until then I aint changing my ways
Know what it do
Boy
Oh, but I gotta letcha know
Im off on this shit
We bossing up quick
That miniature rocket be up in my pocket
Im all with the shits
I need five mill in the bank
You see this ice grill on my face
It look like something wrong with the jit
But Im plotting
Im from the hard knocks, got a scholarship
Honored it
Formed a conglomerate
What it do

Cuz got the two tone Caddy with the slides
You know we gonna ride
Rollin up the pine in the back, two straps on my lap
One on the side
We bust out the trap
Me and some bitches in the club with a bag, like what you wanna do
Bust a move, hey
Up in my sweats
I aint dressed to impress
But them heads turn when we come through
What it do

Written by:
Cruisey Lucciano

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