[Intro]
Across the Tracks
Where we at?
What else? (Choo, choo)
Yeah
227
(Conductor Beats)
ConCreatures
Yeah
Let's get it
[Verse 1]
Trainwreck, pale face with the plain set, Day and Date but the bezel fluid
My bitch hit my line, bitches all in the background of the stu', I don't ever mute it
Told Wop, I think I'm finna close shop, in this street shit I'm heavy-rooted
This that stove god sweating over the stove top, blue flame under the kettle music
Back when four hours was a long flight, took a cold shower, it was no lights
All them long hours and them cold nights got my wrist flickin' like a strobe light
Nigga couldn't even get the wheels started, paint his frame, I'm a real artist
All my life, I've been a drill sergeant, tryna oversaturate the pill market
Caught a 630, Auntie Nadine's, like I'm Big Percy selling ice cream
Like a McFlurry and some pralines, know my whip dirty but the plates clean (Ayy)
Only reason I trap because the only thing promised to me was the state bing
Hatin' on me, you need to relax, only reason I rap 'cause I can't sing (Haha)
Just ranned off with an eighteen, heard he put that money on my head like a Begin
My bitch hate that I'm too nonchalant, brand new Saint Laurent, came from selling fake jeans
In the trenches, I'm waist-deep, fully AP, switcheroo on my belt buckle
Thirty-clip in my new nine, used it a few times, it left a bruise on my left knuckle
Let's get it
[Chorus]
I love when she role play (Ayy), poppin' her shit like some rosé (Uh-huh)
She tell me we soulmates, I damn near believe everything that this ho say (My baby)
How she all about me like do-re? (Ayy) Ginuwine can't sugar no Solé (Yeah)
But she be like, "You got this shit sewed up and knitted," I don't even know how to crochet (Know it)
Whip a twenty-eight and get a four tray, nigga damn near spent the whole day (Ayy)
East, west, running back and forth tryna run his money up the long way (Uh-huh)
Stepped on it like a bunion, had a run-yun for the mun-yun (Sprint)
Sold more circles than some Funyuns, all eyes on me through the tollways (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2]
Only built for my Cubanos, thinking out loud like, "What would my stove say?"
It'd probably would say that, "Them some nice kicks, they look like Skechers, but they Dolce"
Spin the work up like a merry-go, titties on the fully, no areola
The paint on the two-seater lookin' like I spilt a two-liter of cherry cola
All these all-nighters gave me vertigo (Uh), out here servin' blow on the river with Percival (Remix)
All praise to the merciful, choppin' the mozzy but with the shotty I get surgical (Go)
Always business, never personal, the whip foreign, call it Türkoğlu (Whip gang)
You want a bag? Bitch, I'll Birkin you, seen a big dollar off a conjugal
Mr. Pink Runtz with the snowballs (Ayy), re-up money lookin' like it's Snowfall (Yeah)
From Forest to Witty, if me and Forrest Whittaker'll pull up in that Ghost, dog (East side)
Double Rs in the headrest, motherfuck yourself but bitch, I'm Brick James (Fuck)
Supercharge on all the Range Rovers, big Bs on that big thing (Real big)
Football seats pig skin, paid my dues, put my bid in (Lightwork)
Sippin' mud with the pig pens, in the club snuck the strig in
[Outro]
Yeah
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