Cruisin'

Sooo... Hit road fast gotta make moves so I gotta go Y'all pedal to the metal with no destination What's the goal? I'm on the next lap, and I just started where y'all at though? Triple dash all you want, but me nigga I'm moving slow Why y'all rushing the process? Like y'all rather give people nonsense You cook in the stu on high heat so you burning the product I don't see the concept And I -> I let it simmer slow This like buying stock and y'all let it go And I just mapped out the plan so you let me know when you done wasting gas and start cruisin slow Sooo... Hit road fast gotta make moves so I gotta go Y'all pedal to the metal with no destination What's the goal? I'm on the next lap, and I just started where y'all at though? Triple dash all you want, but me nigga I'm moving slow Y'all not accustomed to silence, right? Y'all walking two steps and announce it, yikes Y'all logic real G's move in silence Like "G" in the game, man y'all really be buggin Let me guess you gon' rack it up And be counting stacks yeah you diapered up And flexing the ice let's know wassup But i know ya plug, say you owe 'em bucks And lets keep it buck You ain't got the cash, but you wanna dash Cash check into dollars, now post it on snap That's 10 second clout, these niggas won't last Wanna reap the fruit but you never let it grow Always throwing cash that you never had to hold Niggas shifting up gears when they at they limit so Show ya broken engine while I'm cruisin' on the low Sooo... Hit road fast gotta make moves so I gotta go Y'all pedal to the metal with no destination What's the goal? I'm on the next lap, and I just started where y'all at though? Triple dash all you want, but me nigga I'm moving slow Oh? Y'all really think I can't speed it up? Like I plot and move slow But can't double dutch? Only double clutch If you stepping up In fact you pushing the nitrous And still not catching up (They really is dumb) DAAAMN Let me put you back in ya place real quick Homies wanna flex one time and they tongue real slick Wanna waste my time like the clock don't tick And I'm ticked off, I'm pissed off Cause every second counts And they stagnant, complainin' That they shit never pop off They head is in the exhaust I'm exhausted, exalted, expert When it comes to your X-rays so be cautious. I'm malicious when I'm militant Camouflaging, creeping, sneaking up And then I'm killing for a shilling Aint no need for all the stealing And I'm pacing with the rhythm And you still don't get the -ism (huh) Doing what you can, but you still can't see the vision (dumb) Slow it fucking down for the boys the girls the fam the friends What it feels like when you willing to die, to lose, to sin Revive on third day just to...