cruisin/franc mueller

The only thing you do for success, there's no discounts It's sweat, it's blood, it's tears There is no discount You can't get 50% off There are no shortcuts to success Stop thinking they are And stop wanting people to put you somewhere that you didn't earn JDA, never miss with it I am a ruler Go pick out two, you get one, you a chooser I do not play, I was sprayed by the shooters I seen the comments and brains like a tumor I know these bitches be going off rumors I ain't picking no choosers I lost the beast in a Ford at the jeweler She hit the frame, slapped her wrist with a muler I was a bitch when I found out about the cruiser Like, damn, I'm moving I'm in the spot, put my song on, they grooving I drop the tape like in May, I'm improving Only in six, give me ten, I ain't losing No cap, I'm cooling I smoke the weed on the Porsche at the viewing I smoke the weed in the room when I'm moving I don't like bitches who love to abuse me Like, damn, you stupid Baby the ass, now she came with a bruiser Set up the thoughts for tonight, bring the tune I need 150, I know what I'm doing All of this rap shit, we sadly consuming I hit the bare foot and score like I'm Ewing She came with pain, I can see the tattooing She want some flowers, I told her I'm blooming She took his chain when he done with the doonies If I'm gon' sing, I don't do too much tuning Niggas be trash with that shit they producing She trying to get ass, I can see it's ballooning I don't hit gas, if I want to, I'm zooming All of this cash, I done made from the viewers All of this cash, I done made for consumers Go figure out till you get one, you a twosome I do not play, I would spread by the shooter I seen them comments and brands like a tomb I know these bitches be going up on me I lost a bitch in the 40, the jeweler He up the pole, but he ain't shoot the blick Hanging with Doc, no, I'm rocking with bitch I don't want to talk about niggas who really be killing Cause really the cuck of your bitch I just want to talk about niggas who really be healing Cause really these bitches is sick He done went down for the low, but that boy so cold But we ain't gon' talk about him He sit on cap, I'ma knock out the brim Them niggas gay, I ain't hanging with them I ain't gon' shoot, I'ma take off a limb I spit the truth, we gon' sing it's a hymn I'm in the booth when I send out the blimp I ain't fucking no camp I left the mark when I stepped in the tents She want my heart, but I just hit the skins I am a ruler Go pick out two, you get one, you a twos I do not play, I was sprayed by the shooters I seen the comments and brains like a tumor I know these bitches be going off rumors I ain't picking no twos I lost the bitch, then the 40, the jeweler She hit the french, that bitch rich with a miller Got no sex, no fresh like a loser Thanks for watching