Luna Florentino - Shades lyrics

[Hook] I be riding 'round town with my shades on (x2) We so li-ah-ive, we so li-ah-ive [Verse 1] Okay I'm cruising through the city with my eyes low I'm just a young n***a chasing after pesos So I'm sticking to my lane, I run my pace yo I'm rocking with the same jitas, you rock same flows So I'm moving with a swag that I ain't forced And if a n***a try me guess I turn him to a corpse Sipping slow like the liquor burn my throat We just wentthrough a couple bottles And still shorty want some more I'm like damn girl, I see you tryna live in my world I see you all up in my ear like a sideburn I'm the main man let your side burn Way I kick it with stars you'd swear it's Converse And I do not converse with the fake n***as You know the ones who out on Twitter like some fake hitters And I been baked all week like I turn bread to biscuits So don't act fresh 'bout me Y'all washed, dirty dishes It's kinda crazy like a mosh pit Got the keys like a locksmith I be riding 'round town with no conscience Roll it up shades on then I light it [Hook] I be riding 'round town with my shades on (x2) We so li-ah-ive, we so li-ah-ive [Verse 2] Shorty say she seen a n***a on a magazine Told you boy's a millie but they had me quarantined They try to box me in, they ain't know the boy supreme They try to do me dirty, they ain't know the boy is clean We pull up today, party, get b**hes and leave When they pull up to our party then b**hes don't leave We calling out that vanity bag we crushing them greens When they pull out the spinach n***as be crushing on seeds There's a problem homes In 2016 I had to find the bookings Student life n***a, still bag the bookings A n***a knee deep in that college p**y 20 jets in baby... We so hi-ah-igh, and we so li-ah-ive Shorty wanna see the riches in a short time Yeah the sh** takes ti-ah-ime [Hook] I be riding 'round town with my shades on (x2) We so li-ah-ive, we so li-ah-ive [Verse 3] Give me bottles got a couple of girlies on the way Double-cupping that sh** got me moving in the lane Lyin' about her life, she takin' bottles to the face But I ain't got no time for thotties, on a paper chase I still put her on the bottle, started saking like a seizure Started from the bottom, now they begging for a feature Presidential wallet, man this sh** full of Madibas Crusing autopilot, turning critics to believers But I'm still on a mission Got on a TV show and all the hunnies went ballistic They started paying homage for the flows that I been kicking My n***as bringing out the heaters like an exhibition Ah yeah, turn up life, roll the dice, bring the sprite Got a couple girlies who gon pop it all night If n***as tryna talk man they better tlak right 'Cause I got a coupe homies who gon pull up on sight [Hook] I be riding 'round town with my shades on (x2) We so li-ah-ive, we so li-ah-ive