Limits Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Driving round I'm doing donuts in my city yea
My lil woadie he been stepping for a minute yea
Press the gas I go so fast ain't doing limits yea
Miss my homie in the cell ain't get no visits yet
I been grinding I been at it, ain't no lacking, we could get em down
I'm in the spot with fifteen killers I can't chill with clowns
If we spot em', speed it up we going all in
They'll kill you in these streets don't let yo homie fall in
We gon ride round
Ride round
In my city you could die now
Die now
Don't let my brodie pull his fye out
Fye out
Keep that back door locked in my house
My house
I ain't going out like that I just watch who I call my friend
If you say that you gon ride for me I hope it's to the end
And if you ain't ever walk with me, can't hop up in the Benz
I know Bizzle that's my homie he won't fold no he won't bend
I'm so confident
I feel like I'm the realest on this continent
Yo homies they ain't drilling get a stick you get some confidence
Hawking shit
The line I got is real so ain't no crossing it
Can't miss your brodies call, if he dead ain't gon be no calling him
Driving round I'm doing donuts in my city yea
My lil woadie he been stepping for a minute yea
Press the gas I go so fast ain't doing limits yea
Miss my homie in the cell ain't get no visits yet
I been grinding I been at it, ain't no lacking, we could get em down
I'm in the spot with fifteen killers I can't chill with clowns
If we spot em', speed it up we going all in
They'll kill you in these streets don't let yo homie fall in
We gon ride round
Ride round
In my city you could die now
Die now
Don't let my brodie pull his fye out
Fye out
Keep that back door locked in my house
My house
Let me tell you how it is
Nobody give a shit
They don't want you with money, they been praying that you quit
You pay that price when you get lit
They plotting on yo bitch
So make sure you ain't lacking don't let nobody come in