Lyrics

Ay, ay Trouble calls head North on the interstate Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes Drove through the gate On the hunt, this is not a chase Trouble calls head North on the interstate Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes Drove through the gate On the hunt, this is not a chase Trouble call ping me from the routers Tipping over scales I don't care about the balance Brought Clipse and I mean full malice Gimme 2 hours and I'll be back in Dallas Night vision fixed hard on my targets Long range hit em with the scope I'm a marksman Front lines I ain't scared to be departed March through the back and I flooded the apartment Clean house everywhere I point the red beam Then my fam calls say I gotta flee the scene Closed off the highway so I gotta interweave Through the backroads I'll be back soon to intervene Yeah, the last line of security I'm taking care of burdens And hurdling from the murder scene My girl say they hurt her I'm swerving back with the urgency My fervor take it further You bet on me in emergencies Rearview see the red and white flashing Can't let 'em see what I got in the package Heat seekers but I ain't door dashing Stomp on the gas if I die then I'm crashing Trouble calls head North on the interstate Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes Drove through the gate On the hunt, this is not a chase Trouble calls head North on the interstate Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes Drove through the gate On the hunt, this is not a chase Third seat niggas pussy as the twerk team Took off at first speed eating off the bird feed Thirteen I was on the Wick with Earn Tine Tell the coach "put me in the game" now we first string Top side work clean as the board of health Shoulder strap on the car beam it support itself Pocket full of dog shit like a red husky Tying down a small town right outside of Sandusky Can't touch me in the spot I'm with 8 junkies All white meat turkey niggas can't front me Titi fresh out the shower but she stay musty I know they say the game ugly but the pay lovely Her dog capping like he solid but he ain't sturdy Ever been acquitted for a body out of Frank Murphy? Take off at 4:15, touch at 8:30 Put some extra shipping on the package and it came early Par for the course, take one, now I got a birdie Ride downtown in a coupe and the plate dirty Arrive drop it off curbside take off in a hurry Glock in the glove got a problem it ain't no worries Touch back in my ends it's a speed run Boldy back at it he don't rest he a demon Formerly ain't too smug I don't cheese son Wake up and do it all again it's a re-run Trouble calls head North on the interstate Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes Drove through the gate On the hunt, this is not a chase Trouble calls head North on the interstate Buck thirty ETA tryna keep pace Left lane swerve through can't hit the brakes Drove through the gate On the hunt, this is not a chase Trouble Calls Yeah This is not a chase
Writer(s): Alan Maman, James Jones, Mychal Hatch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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