Beat by D-Low Beats

LYRICS: 

ClS 550 with rag top dropped
Riding thru yo blocc hot
On a snowy day with the glocc up in the glove compartment
Don't start shit
Nigga, we heartless

Brandishing the strap on a sunny winter day
Sun gleam of the beam and we looking for play
You ain't seen the coming of death like this ever
Thugged out niggaz riding thru ur hood clever
Silencer on the nozzle, we ain't skirting off for nothing 
Fore the car start sliding and double over stunting 
2, 4, 800, who do we appreciate
Bread rolled on the dash looking like a dinner plate 
Looking for a better life
Enjoying what we got 
So I'ma keep skeezing till my heart beat stop 
All blacc trench, my fedora leaning left 
You would think we were smoking
All this steam on my breath
When we stopped at the park 
I had a talk with my homie 
Cuz i'm beefing my fam
And a nigga feeling lonely 
He told me
Man, uplift your frown
I've been meaning to talk cuz I seen you down 
Everytime they around
I see your painted smile like a sad ass clown 
They don't know your sacrifice 
To put food in they mouth 
Real talk, dawg, you need to get out 
I took it the heart 
It came from a real place
I ain't have to say a thang 
He just read my face
That's a real friend for ya

ClS 550 with rag top dropped
Riding thru yo blocc hot
On a snowy day with the glocc up in the glove compartment
Don't start shit
Nigga, we heartless

Make money regardless 
If these pigs try to catch us with the trumped up charges 
I buy a Jewish lawyer from one of my partners
Two days subsequent I'm loving like I never left
Make the money bacc through immaculate theft
5 catch me the blocc straight smoking a blunt
They gone roll right past cuz they know how I stunt
Hop bacc in the car with my homie G-Raw
We headed to Florida for a cruise to DR
No bitches involved
Everything all packed in the trunk of the Benz
My adidas, tall cap and my Dior Lens
We leaving all drama at the door
Cuz when we flash this cash, we bound to score
Bad broads in the bed while we rocking on the boat
Lovely dovey at night
Come morning we cut throat
We see em next day, act like we never knew em
They tryna make us jealous
Let the next man screw em
One week later man
We bacc in the snow
Yo G, I got another ounce to blow
Hit me up man

I've Been Working Summer

CLS 550

Real Talk is the therapy...
Music is the medicine...
I exercise therapy and heavy medication...

CLS 550

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