Cruise Control

Me and my niggas do the same ol shit
Me and my niggas ain’t cuff no bitch
Me and my niggas just ride thru the 6
Smoke a whole pound
In a brand new whip
Can’t be in a rush
Gotta bust a move quick
Gotta make plenty juggs
Can’t be the one to lick
When you Crusin in the 6
See a nigga on front street
Shinning wit the grip
Ima take a nigga shit
This game ain’t nothin
When you somethin like a pimp
Ima cold Dane to Dane
Playa with the hits
Never had to ask for shit
Baby keep it in ya lips
Ain’t tryna hear shit
When I’m movin wit the grips
The windows tinted
In mint condition
A/C ventilation
The engine is ventilated
Been plotting on it for days
Can’t wait to see they faces
Make paper in seven ways
Having secret conversations during dinner over the lake
My niggas telling me they can’t wait
8 Cars, back to back
Swervin lanes
Living on the edge
Ain’t hard to attain
Live by the code
Stay true to the dead
Die bout mine, tryna get my respect
Say ya name 3 times
It ain’t hard to forget
Keep my eyes on the prize
One foot on ya neck
All gas no brakes
Better getcha shit checked
Steady ready
New coupe came wit Andretti’s (pirelli’s)
Fuck ya twice if ya let me
Bitches never wanna forgive me
I’m too focus to understand it
Never had to cock shit
Pull the trigga so much
I fucked around and jammed it
My mind on a million
Can’t let you get near me
What you really want from me
I can’t even feel it
Some people wanna get close to me
I’m just itching’ to kill em
Sayin they been down for ya
When they never been with me