Cruising ft. Killa C Lyrics

Cruisin' through the stixxx

With My hat tipped low

Mind on money

Cause I like to count dough

Take you to a place

Where the wild hogs roam

Deep in the bottoms

A place that I call home

Cruisin' through the stixxx with My hat tipped low

Mind on money

Cause I like to count dough

Hand on the wheel

And the pedal to the floor

Outlaw by nature

This is how life go

On like a flashlight

Full of amount not half price

Treat the beat like fried rice Country boy I'm livin' life

Stayin' up like gas prices

My barbie thick and real spicy

I'm gettin' bread

Like i signed to Nike

I'm drippin' hard

like a melted icee

Ridin' on them swamper boggers No workout

But I stay in joggers

Southern finest

Speakin country jargon Guaranteed to hit my target

Camo'd up just like a sergeant

Caught a case and got a pardon

Now im Courtside watchin'

James Harden rockin' all whites

Im Marvin the Martian

Cruisin' through the stixxx

With my hat tipped low

Mind on money cause

I like to count dough

Take you to a place

Where the wild hogs roam

Deep in the bottoms

A place that I call home

Cruisin' through the stixxx

With my hat tipped low

Mind on money

Cause I like to count dough

Hand on the wheel and

The pedal to the floor

Outlaw by nature

This is how life go

Rollin' up them backwoods while rollin' through them backwoods

Shit, this the life I chose swingin' sticks across the road

Country boy swagger

on point like a dagger

Rockin' suspenders, I'm jagger mud ridin' who badder

If she gon' ride then I bag her Take a smoke through that pasture

Down south get cold as Alaska Stay gettin' dome like a basket

Can't stop until I'm in a casket Stay ready to jump like a rabbit

Catch your hand in my cabbage Pinetrees like palm trees

Down south we livin lavish

This is how life goes

Swangin' wild on them foes Pownin' foes for my bros

Now Im relaxed on this road Mind on the money

I need dough

Mind on some millions let's go

Cruisin' through the stixxx

With my hat tipped low

Mind on money

Cause I like to count dough

Take you to a place

Where the wild hogs roam

Deep in the bottoms

A place that I call home

Cruisin' through the sticks with my hat tipped low

Mind on money cause

I like to count dough

Hand on the wheel

And the pedal to the flow

Outlaw by nature

This is how life goes

I'm just cruisin' through the stixxx

I'm just cruisin' through the stixxx

With my hat tipped low

With my hat tipped low

With my hat tipped low