// HOOK
Tired in the studio
Got me driving on E
Got me all movin slow
Like a nigga gettin geeked
Like im in a dream tho
Man I must be shleep
Like we in a movie hoe
Crowd cheering for me, screaming
//Verse 1
Pump up the gas
Niggas puffin on gas
Need to pump on the break
Mama shakin that ass
She making her cash
Whatever it takes
Just to make that cash
Whatever it takes
Niggas catch a body fast
Whatever it takes
Why so serious
Cause I got the flow to leave immovable stones wobbly and delirious
Fuck who ever hearing this
Cause y'all probably slept on a nigga and flipped to the cool side for trippy shit
What the fuck you doin here
What you do this year
You ain't drop it yet that's why they never heard of ya
Before the year end you gotta break the surface bruh
Gotta show em that the whitty boy been a murderer
// HOOK X2
Tired in the studio
Got me driving on E
Got me all movin slow
Like a nigga getting geeked
Like im in a dream though
Man I must be shleep
Like we in a movie though
Crowd cheering for me
Hol' up
Tired in the studio
Straight driving on E
Got me all movin slow
Like a nigga getting geeked
Like im in a dream though
Man I must be shleep
Like we in a movie hoe
Crowd cheering for me, screaming
// Verse 2
Pump up the gas
Niggas puffin on gas
Need to pump on the break
Mama shakin that ass
She making her cash
Whatever it takes
Just to make that cash
Whatever it takes
Nigga catch a body fast
Whatever it takes
Every night I fight the will to write about what tempt me
In the ring I fight the mic and give y'all kembo slice of life over midi's
I'm talking punching 808s like minute steaks, do it right and quickly
Believe it or not Ripley
Comin in wit simply, weirdest flow
Pissing lemonade on niggas fuckin centerfolds
Y'all could suck the sweat dripping from my testicles
You ain't governing, you state the obvious and I'm federal, got control while
// Verse 3
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Whit
Member since June 29 2016