TRANCE

Cmon! (Prod. Sharkboy + Nest)

160 miles (rt)

Lyrics:

I'm up in traffic clutching on my pole I'm ducking with that drake
Catch him slipping with that 556 I let it eat his face
I told bro nem' bitch I'm clutching glocks I'm moving out of state
If you gangster pop out on him put that bitch all in his face
Shit, let's get that cash I'm staying rich
Young turnt nigga get that bag but he be playing with them sticks
Catch him slipping with that drake bitch I'm gon' run and let it hit

Hold on, hold on, these niggas say he broke we got him fixed
Shit, bro on the road shit, huh, I can't let it slide, huh
Nigga disrespect, then his ass gon' die, got that, hold on
Bro nem' gon pop out with that fire
Get up close with that new drake
I'm tryna look him in his eyes nigga

Don't play with me, shit, don't play with me
I be ducking all these hoes but you can't duck a ARP
Get up on him, swing the door, bitch I'm gon' run down on feet
Shit, he want some za, bitch I'm taxing, it's a fee
Hold on, nigga, hold on, it ain't free
Ah, ah, shit, and it ain't free
Shit, ah, it ain't free
Walk down with that, tryna bump the ARP

Ayy, I'm gon' fuck your bitch I do the dash I'm in that challey nigga
And she kind of classy but I'ma fuck her in a telly, nigga
I'm smokin' on this gas I got this za in my belly, nigga

I do the fucking dash and I be trippin' so I might just crash it, nigga
I'm fresh as fuck I took his bitch and now he stuck, ayy
Nigga lookin stupid nigga, I don't give no fuck, ayy
Ayy, totin' on that drake ayy
Pussy say what's up, ayy
Mama ain't raise no killer but I might up and let it buck!

Hold on, let me catch it
I'm rubbin' on the pussy ayy
Rubbin' like some magic, ayy
And she kinda pretty but I'ma fuck her like she ratchet, ayy
Yea I like them thick so I can break they fucking back in
Young Stylez they gon' know my fucking name
I drive the SRT like I'm insane
To your bitch I bet my name make a ring
Professor Racks nigga, I'ma stay the same

Nigga talkin' like he with it nigga
I fucked your bitch nigga so I know you not with it, nigga
You see my head, ain't no fuckin' fitted, nigga
That mean I ain't cappin', nigga
Boy you better get with me, nigga

Pick the cash up on the floor, shit I'm in that Bentley truck
Got it and I want it up that bitch and make him give it up
I told bro I'm in that scat with that Mac doin' the max
I told bro we tryna slide, I told bro don't forget the mask shit

Get the mask and flip the racks and I'ma do the dash, ayy
I get in that scat with all them shots, I'm leavin' it at that
Yeah, he try to run, so he a Ricky I leave him on his back, ayy
Don't call my fuckin' line unless that shit about a stack

$tylez & Lasevv - It Ain't Free

these sum drugs that gon fuck up yo kidneys

OTW!

XHØLLO

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