HypePatrol

See me patrolling with my 9mm on the highway You see me trillin on a roll I'm pulling up I'm on the highway Who run up on you pullin' up fast? Isn't fine with Who run up on you I got the bag Isn't it fine with ya? I'm undecided yeah Pullin' up my way yeah I'm an attire yeah I'm in entirety yeah Okay this shit look easy Okay this shit is lit Fucked up is the state I'm in it Move so fast my head keep spinnin Okay this shit look easy Okay this shit is lit Lost my mind all in a minute This shit might go bad I'll tell it We in the city ain't it life? Like a couple who choosy I was makin' the best of the siti Hopin' I'll be best in a milli I was makin' it better than livid We fed up by the sluts in the city I won't let your opinion damage Only care bout amenities damn it only care about the Pullin' up for my people I make cheques and the wins go bigger I ain't fuckin around gold diggers Get a big new bag and it gets more haters yeah Pulled up for my city walkin' round with a strict demeanor I got bars but the scenes so tinted Made for more so I know I'll lead ya Fuck that bitch he a rat Pullin' up with a couple of racks I was makin' a couple of tracks Hangin' around with a couple of strays Never thought I would make in a pack I was livin' outside of the rank You can't make it, the wrong type of trap Make a mess of this shit cause its crap See me patrollin' with my 9mm on the highway You see me trillin' on a roll I'm pullin' up I'm on the highway Five five six no killers Only speak with dealers Get more they might kill us Bite marks fangs got bigger Iced out rings I feel em bout to turn it up and heat it Fact check shit I did it I get mad senoritas I got tracks in the freight make tracks on the low I'll feed you when you need it I'm like a president I rep the flag Shouty go hard don't get caught off the beat If it ain't love then according to me I'm coming in clean listen to me Glaciers fallin so hot how I drip Music is heaven oh man what with the trip I'm makin' bands yea the way that I live When I drop the people gon say this is deep yea Makin' a milli from pop Livin' a life of the rockstar yeah I'm gonna give you a lot Provin' you wrong like an icon yeah Makin' a bad song yeah This shit a crazy defense on yeah Makin' a milli depends on ya Never worry put the pants on Pullin' up for my people I make cheques and the wins go bigger I ain't fuckin around gold diggers Get a big new bag and it gets more haters yeah Pulled up for my city walkin' round with a strict demeanor I got bars but the scenes so tinted Made for more so I know I'll lead ya Fuck that bitch he a rat Pullin' up with a couple of racks I was makin' a couple of tracks Hangin' around with a couple of strays Never thought I would make in a pack I was livin' outside of the rank You can't make it, the wrong type of trap Make a mess of this shit cause its crap