Niggas throwing stones, I rather cop that stone island
In this 57 chevy, and we lowriding
Take this 40 to the head, and we ghost ride it
Better late than never, even if it's poor timing
You say you about to leave a nigga
Say you want yourself a decent nigga
That treat your ass like mona lisa, and can see the picture
That ain't me, so I'll probably die alone
Always sending you my new shit
But the timing's wrong
I had a feeling life would be like this
I found a good girl that's down to try and be my bitch
Creeping late, but still be home before the street lights hit
Then things get bad, now you outside tryna key my whip
One step further, had the password to my mac
And tried to leak my shit, I feel a way
Remember sneakin in your crib
And leaving 20's right up underneath your pillow case
We ain't spoke in a while
Just let me know if you still okay
Niggas throwing stones, I rather cop that Stone Island
You done been around the world, but still got low mileage
Take this 40 to the head, and we ghost ride it
Better late than never, even if it's poor timing
Stop signs, and the red lights
It's a long ride, it's a long ride with the
Stop signs, and the red lights
It's a long ride
It's a ride
It's a ride
Yea yea yea
Niggas throwing stones, I rather cop that stone island
In this 57 Chevy, and we lowriding
Take this 40 to the head, and we ghost ride it
Better late than never, even if it's poor timing
Niggas throwing stones, I rather cop that stone island
You done been around the world, but still got low mileage
Take this 40 to the head, and we ghost ride it
