Freightliner

[Intro: Street Lord Juan] (RichGains on the track) Hey, Boldy Let's just go back and forth on the hook [Verse 1: Street Lord Juan & Boldy James] Caught feelings with my press game Tossed pigeons to my best man Lost feelings in my left hand Fucking with that frame ankle, comfy how the K dangle Jogging from Detroit, I ain't worried 'bout a gang tanker Bust platinum masterpiece, this that feeling you feel after grief Still there at no lacking, Bo Jackson triathlete Shaving down a large biggie, fore I had to add a E Poured up the drank so thick, look like some daiquiri I got a half of tea stuffed in the freightliner Rolling I-40, be cool, I got a safe driver With his speed pass, he gon' breeze pass Heavyweight, need to turnpike like a speedbag Fact sealing, running with them creatures who be cap pealing Had chickens stuffed in the rim, playing badminton Highspeed chases and cases, enjoy the fast living Quick to open up the can on you, that's a Pabst Ribbon [Chorus: Street Lord Juan & Boldy James] Open up the can, that's a hundred sitting Joke in the veneer, open up a hit, no, I don't be kidding Smoke him, what? For playing, soldiers on command Posted in them vans, known for overspraying Look, don't be flinching Focus on the plan, it ain't no funny business Vultures finna land, that's how we know he snitching Heard he told the feds, how you know my man? Hold it to his wig, comb a nigga dreads This one on commission [Verse 2: Street Lord Juan & Boldy James] He a yes man, I'm heavy in the left lane Checkmate, niggas playing checkers, this a chess game Dead game, soon as he came around, that's when the feds came Know you a dead man if we put money on your headband A little hundred K for the noodling, yeah But sometimes I be cheap And do some stupid shit like jumping out the Coupe With SIGs shooting shit Like fuck who you with, bad habits from my youth and shit Tryna move legit, Boldy said it’s time we be mature though But I want war though, plus I'm up like Gordo Niggas talking but they poor though If they wouldn’t, I'd get my extort on like Cordon Yeah, 10:08, gotta take 'em at a set rate X-rated, we strippin' niggas naked, that's a sex tape Press play, with one push of a button, it's a melee That switchie cute but I rather shoot a Russian AK [Chorus: Street Lord Juan & Boldy James] Open up the can, that's a hundred sitting Joke in the veneer, open up a hit, no, I don't be kidding Smoke him, what? For playing, soldiers on command Posted in them vans, known for overspraying Look, don't be flinching Focus on the plan, it ain't no funny business Vultures finna land, that's how we know he snitching Heard he told the feds, how you know my man? Hold it to his wig, comb a nigga dreads This one on commission