Cruise Control ft. 448b & 2622 Kurt Lyrics

Really active on that road, we done hit that shit 'bout eighty times

Niggas hear my raps and they be sick as hell, they know he ain't lyin'

Niggas wanna verse from Skeez, I ain't trippin', bitch, just pay the fine

Me and all my niggas dangerous, you be posted on the safer side

Nigga, all my shit approved, it'll never ever say declined

Feelin' like I'm bag boy, you want some money, gotta take a ride

Hit a lil' nigga bitch, he a shitty boy like Baby Tron

Cashed this one out, it ain't a striker, I can say it's mine

Three five's to the face at the pad, it's just me and bro

Grabbin' ARP, if ain't a sell, knockin' at the door

Trade a nigga some lows for a glock, I guess he ain't know

First you find the tracker, get some gas, then it's on the floor

No cap, a nigga really smart as hell, I just be playin' slow

My niggas trust me with the wheel, knowin' I ain't gon' lose control

On the road floatin' like I'm B, usin' cruise control

Young made nigga, I ain't scrappin', bitch, I'm usin' pole

Hundred thousand dollar toys, bitch, we like to play and shit

Sellin' topside, auntie show me how to make it stick

Callin' on my phone 'bout some pape, told her make that shit

Snowglobin' wit yo hoe, she chillin', feelin' laced as shit

Knowin' I don't drink, she in the whip, tryna face the fifth

And I got a bitch, she talkin' bout takin' me, you can take this dick

Hook behind us lil' bro whippin', tell him shake this bitch

He stop shootin' cause it jammed, tell him shake the clip

Stompin' the gas in the striker, I got whiplash

This bitch fast, niggas sick as hell, that my bitch bad

I'm out the way cause I'm chillin' in a big bag

A-plus with the weight and I ain't never been to gym class

Tryna slide, I'ma send you on a ride, this ain't Six Flags

Ain't spendin' money with these hoes, you won't catch me in a trick bag

Bought a ass for the Glock, but the barrel on the mismatched

Keep an nine wit' me, hollows pushin' through your six-pack

In high school, drivin' Jag trucks, bitch, I been that

Then prom night, pulled up Redeye, like where you get that?

Dropped bro at the station, I hold it down till he get back

We the ones pressin', niggas, we ain't gotta get our lick back

Got a pocket full of money, and you know I'm finna spend that

Took a thousand pack of, and you know I'm finna send that

Spent it on the right shit, so I know it's finna spin back

Let the bag grow I hustle hard and I sit back

In the game, ballin' for this shit, I need a big check

Color money bag boys, four four eight, we a big threat