1984

Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone Cruising on Coors Gun on my door Girl on my right Gas to the floor I be pushing an 8th Cylinder wise I be sipping on drank Running from 12 Like I'm doing a mile Look at my life I be living it wild Grizzly gotta bad truck Rocky gotta beemer to Geoffery gotta 72 Haters front but it ain't true Time tells, Im living through Homies done past me the flame Stay in ya lane, time is the game Life is a blurr, living my words All of you scurred Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone Juan mayne Flippin lanes El camino is his game Pinche sucias Rolling on fumes This ain't no muse This the truth Who are y'all fooling with mayne Rolling in time machines Serving a feen Rolling off beans Sound is so mean This is what we really do F*ck school we pull your card Act hard well pull your car Now you crying Gun to your head Please and pleading You just feeding my ego mayne Now, give me your keys Get in the trunk Tape to ya lips Knee to your ribs Now you can't breathe Fucking wit me You fucking with truth Double cups Gold rolls Blow smoke Get smoked On my level Devils son I just do my thang mayne Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone Gotta 84 my whip Bitches jump up in my shit Clutch, gear, gas I'm gone Push it till my days are gone