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[hook: miles ryan]
i’m switchin’ lanes in the whip
windows down
speakers up they know me on this side of town
light beamin’ thru the sunroof
it’s open
so gone hop in
we rollin’
we rollin’
we rollin’
so gone hop in
we rollin’
we rollin’
we rollin’
so gone hop in

[verse 1: miles ryan]
no my whip ain’t new
but it’s paid off, i guess it’ll do
i’m low on gas and the tags old too
so i’m on point tryna play the rearview
toss that 5, where you need to go
roaches in the ashtray and i don’t even smoke
but everybody with me, is high, so
the car always smells like dope
at 18 i drove off the lot
like look what i got
when you young you feel like the man
pulling up to the spot
like who need a ride
it might cost you a dollar
whether the top soft or harder
i know them hoes gone holla
skrrt skrrt, trunk full of work
not really, just old clothes, i be doing dirt
riding by my lonely, outkast, song number nine
turned up so loud sh-t hurt
seat laid back like a lazy boy
from the 9-2 looking like a 80’s boy
my whip is a bucket, my hat is a bucket
my att-tude f-ck it just pay me boy
(yeah)
imma pull up soon, don’t trip
flip that tape on my old school, tip
and they told me to sell this whip
but we been thru so much sh-t together
so even if i cop something new
imma probably have this whip forever

[hook]

[verse 2: waxx]
picture me rollin’
fl!ckin’ my bic by yo b-tch, i be smokin
dodging c-p-h, cruisin’ p-c-h
feel like acdc in ’88
rockin’ out knockin’ down all these hoes
stocking cap stick up the party goes
hop out the big body, pimp in the lot
homie sit with the the glock, but n0body knows
’cause sh-t might get real ’round here
smokin’ dope to cope it’s no fear ’round here
they love a young dreaded n-gga
n-gga get it split it with his bros down here
commandeer this flight you ain’t on
tryna steer the wheel of fortune to gold
bricks at least, mentally hit the streets
and get ’em all off 6 a piece
skirt, switch lanes ya b-tch lift skirt
skirt, if ya don’t then ya whip hits dirt
’cause we hog the intersection
n-gga save the lecture, we been all off the purp
wondering how we about to get it, got it
then we just figure a way to flip it, profit
n-ggas stoppin’, something i can’t see
you gone chase hoes, hoes they chase me
’cause i been chasin’ the guap
give nathan to thots, they been makin’ it hot
change lanes, scr-pe off the block
scr-pe up ya plate then i duck off from cops
my n-gga miles servin’
100 miles & swervin’, i finish the race
you n-ggas is late
shame, whip, pick up the pace

[hook]

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