Your Boy - Cruising & Chilling lyrics

Published

0 205 0

Your Boy - Cruising & Chilling lyrics

[Intro] Cruising Cruising and chilling Homies make moves tryna see smoother living Cruise and we k** it After wrapping and stacking and ashing More packing more wrapping till the SHXT hits the fan Like it's nothing On god, still we hot box in public [Verse 1] Rolling floating flowing gold, I need some jeans and a zippo fully dipped in old Like on the wild wild a west could just clip your dome, or infiltrate your zone, pull an extendo flows Bong in the backpack, rolling with a snapback Take a n***as shine 'cuz his hats made of ratchets Had to ride it solo in the night to the weed man Feeling like a boss did it quicker than a Snapchat I told 'em mars is evil, but they call me mars bars, so my bars are lethal Inhale, slow burn don't defeat the purpose, spilling thick juice out won't defeat the purple Abstract rad n***a come extract the potion, better work up on your view world of universal motions Say a word or a prayer, n***as chilling 'round here, seen as Gods to the earth and the thrones to the heir [Chorus] Still cruise and we k** it x3 Light it up in the dark Make a mission to the park, we gon' smoke up in the car Drive by hitting spliffs, we gon' get a new brick Rolling deep 'cuz we 'bout to get lit, with the Gods on the trip Still cruise and we k** it, still cruise and we k** it My n***as [Verse 2] Chilling, chin chilling let the trilla loud, simmer down f** a n***as SHXT up like a hella sound ground an pound, better pipe down your bragging pounds still from the ground But that's me there too, I'm throwing back to the park highs right after school I know it's rude you think I'm crude, but we be showing up stoned to rehearsals The system fed us a lie, so we be down to get high And pull up separate since our methods all connect us to god Mommy van pull in and the beats all go hard Chilling in the hill f**ing missions with my squad Bagful of shwagg, bagful of dank, either way we light it up, we gon' leave it stanky Airing out the whip still tripping from the bankie Hot headed n***as blowing O's for the Cam G These the same dudes saying that my raps were shaky Now we growing up this sh** bumps like spankings From beach bum b**hes who just curbing lame n***as Games I ain't figured, flames I ain't flickered yet To be honest I ain't had to creep in a minute, sh** Since I switched coasts seems the Liqour always causing sh** I'm just tryna take it back to smoking sh** and drinking sh**, now we getting hella lit, city trips are hella dipped [Chorus] Still cruise and we k** it x3 Light it up in the dark Make a mission to the park, we gon' smoke up in the car Drive by hitting spliffs, we gon' get a new brick Rolling deep 'cuz we 'bout to get lit, with the Gods on the trip Still cruise and we k** it, still cruise and we k** it My n***as

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.