Im in the driver seat
My shooter right beside of me
Im riding clean,
Spin yo dudes head like a dryer sheet
Don't lie to me,
I jus pitched the work
Like da minor league acquiring
All these fuckin racks
That I'm stacking up n pilling
All these racks
that I'm stacking up quietly
My bitch said she'd die for me
To cops you better lie for me
At oops you know we firing
With giants smokin fire weed
Pullin up supplying all my people
Hear the tire screech
I made the pack move
Faster than the road runner
Phone buzzin
Hoes commin out they clothes yo don't know nothing
On the road to the studio
You know we dope puffin
You dont know me my OG can be a real dome buster
Smoke till I choke dope In the mason,
If I get pulled over then we be goin to the local station
Rope chains mixin soda up wit medication
Dope gang stashing dough in a remote location
Playin on Playstation, you don't want that static
Pressing buttons on da scale and fuckin up them baggies
And the banger hot as hell I think I had to stash it
Running outa baggies had to wrap it up in plastic
Smoke till I choke dope in the duffle
Keep a pole on everybody homie you don't wanna tussle
Workin with the weight I work the weight
Think I been gaining muscle,
Say they got the weight they don't got weight
Mane they ain't even hustle
Smoke till I choke dope in the mason
If I get pulled over then we be goin to the local station
Rope chains mixin soda up wit medication
Dope gang stashing dough in a remote location
(They don't want the static, nah they dont want that static)
Find ya time and fly away
Find ya time and fly away
Find ya time and fly away
It aint getting any better
Find ya time and fly away
Find ya time and fly away
Find ya time and fly away
It aint getting any better