30 or 45 ft. Dr. Fangaz Lyrics

What's up, Partna

What up, Mi-Boy

What you into

Shit, just for the zip through the city, know what I'm saying

What's good

Shit, I got that Bubonic plague, my nigga, shit

Damn, it's like that

Shit, yeah, it's just like that

Look, look, I'ma come through there

I'ma come by, give me about 30, 45 minutes

Cool, cool, do that, do that

All right, bet

Hey, yeah

I grip grain, switch lanes, might swerve

Pray road rage, don't go beyond words

Ain bout drama, so action deferred

Though me without the stick, actually absurd

Levitate, can not wait, to elevate, still my knees, they be scraped

From the meditate, hold up wait

Don't mind me I'm just a featherweight

HE softened heart, but still hard, like license plate

So keep my name off ya palate, never implicate

And we can keep it straight, like we on the interstate

Still bob and I weave, as I navigate

Through this thang called life, I accelerate

Not too fast, not too slow, but at any rate

On the road to success, never deviate

Boy, how this money seem to motivate

Working overtime, just to over compensate

Coastin'

Damn, What's poppin' B

What's up boy, what's good

Shiiid, just floating through the city

I'm at the One Stop, right now, what's the word

Ok, Ok, that's the move

We want me to jump on that thang

Shit, man, as soon as possible, bro

Well, I got some things to do later on so, as soon as possible

Damn, hey, what up when you ready in paper

I'll be there in about 30 45 minutes

All right, yo, what's up, homey

Diamonds on the wood, Still ridin' dirty

Two cell phones makin' sure they heard me

Styrofoam merky, Swisher so bright

No landing gear, Still takin' flight

Speed through the night like I just hit a lick

Mr. Hypnotize a bitch, with my swagger and stick

Quick, fast, faster than a hurry

Easy on the gas, cause the streets too curvy

Beat down the road let my woofers explode

Runnin' through block like I am in Beast Mode

All about money, come scan my barcode

Duckin' the laws and all they penal codes

Bumper to bumper in traffic, I jam

Don't need your digi, can eyeball a gram

Fly like an eagle, like I'm Cunningham

Don't even know me, but know who I am

Coastin'

I'm not wearing any panties

What

And I won't be wearing any when you get here

Oh, yeah

What time you coming over

Give me about 30, 45 minutes