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Check Hey, if you got one, light that bitch up motherfucker Hahaha, yeah This that ridin' 'round for no reason Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah-yeah This that rooftop with a speaker Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah-yeah This that ridin' 'round for no reason Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah-yeah This that rooftop with a speaker Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah This that Optimo, that Oldsmobile This that pull up by myself, no security with mе, no, not here This that I don't take ordеrs, I don't take shit I been drinkin' water and hittin' that gym 2021, I be goin' real big So big, they be like, "How you carry that shit?" Dog, I been stressin', now the stress gone Struttin' in the game years long Had a bunch of people try me Now them same lames, yeah, they all gone Drop a project, let my team know You fuck a duck, I'm with ten swans This the level that you hatin' Motherfuckers wish I was not on Yeah-yeah, but we ain't worried 'bout you The cheese we own be blue And you can't fit these shoes, yeah Yeah, we ain't worried 'bout you Chevy got a Phantom roof And the south side got me too This that ridin' 'round for no reason Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah-yeah This that rooftop with a speaker Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah-yeah This that ridin' 'round for no reason Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah-yeah This that rooftop with a speaker Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah This that "Oh shit, there's a cop on my bumper" This that two 12s in a ported box, got the slap soundin' like thunder This that ah-hah, that fuck you, this middle finger when I pass dudes There's a lifestyle that I attach to and when the world ends, I'm still that dude Mr. backwoods, Mr. Tennessee, Mr. ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be Goin' down in Music City history for tellin' mainstream to go suck a D All this southern comfort, baby, up for free Especially when you rollin' well as me It's 6-1-5 until the grass ain't green I'm the farms, rivers, hills, and the creeks Yeah-yeah, but we ain't worried 'bout you The cheese we own be blue And you can't fit these shoes, yeah Yeah, we ain't worried 'bout you Chevy got a Phantom roof And the south side got me too This that ridin' 'round for no reason Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah-yeah This that rooftop with a speaker Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah-yeah This that ridin' 'round for no reason Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah-yeah This that rooftop with a speaker Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah
Writer(s): Thomas Daniel Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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