[intro]
(aye, [?])
(ap beats)
[chorus: billi0n]
I can stop ya' from hitting your head, but i love you, bae
Night ride, pull up on 'em with the lead, know i'm clutching, bae
Yeah, i love the way you climb up on on a nigga
Yeah, when i touch it, bae
Yeah, i hate to see you crying, baby
But i'll be damned if it ain't in that cullinan, baby
I was finna chop the top off all the rams, gotta get it gutted, baby
I'm seeing blues every time that young nigga phone ring
I'm speeding in tuned exotics, got a young nigga road raging
I know all the mommas sick of the dying and all the closed cases
[post-chorus: billi0n & pz']
Patna finna tat' the jeep up with the flag
Just got back from road running
I can teach you how to slime
Oh my god, lil' phonky been a cobra
We can pull up on the side
Let it ride, now that boy a goner
I just pray all the mob really keep it real
I just pray all the killers really keep it real with me, baby (prr, prr)
[verse: pz' & billi0n]
Hey, hey
Two-toned jacket, young nigga popped out in some burberry (woah)
Fuck with a lame, i can't never change, all these niggas so scary
Niggas riding waves, fucking up the game, i be steady road raging
Matte black, soul chasin', post-co, ho' chasing
I been on the road fucking different hoes, i been on a roll, baby
Pop a nigga dome, baby, i been on the road, baby
Rocking different shows, fucking different hoes, i been 'round the globe, baby
I been on my own, baby, i been on my own, baby
When i caught that bitch last year, she was shopping at old navy
Now i cop this bitch expensive clothes, now she want to be my baby
Come around all my guys, yeah, we strapped like the fucking navy
I done hit this ho' in paris, france, shawty, hot like some gravy
[chorus: billi0n]
I can stop ya' from hitting your head, but i love you, bae
Night ride, pull up on 'em with the lead, know i'm clutching, bae
Yeah, i love the way you climb up on on a nigga
Yeah, when i touch it, bae
Yeah, i hate to see you crying, baby
But i'll be damned if it ain't in that cullinan, baby
I was finna chop the top off all the rams, gotta get it gutted, baby
I'm seeing blues every time that young nigga phone ring
I'm speeding in tuned exotics, got a young nigga road raging
I know all the mommas sick of the dying and all the closed cases