boldy james & richgains - freightliner lyrics
[intro: street lord juan]
(richgains on the track)
hey, boldy
let’s just go back and forth on the hook
[verse 1: street lord juan & boldy james]
caught feelings with my press game
tossed pigeons to my best man
lost feelings in my left hand
f+cking with that frame ankle, comfy how the k dangle
jogging from detroit, i ain’t worried ’bout a gang tanker
bust platinum masterpiece, this that feeling you feel after grief
still there at no lacking, bo jackson triathlete
shaving down a large biggie, fore i had to add a e
poured up the drank so thick, look like some daiquiri
i got a half of tea stuffed in the freightliner
rolling i+40, be cool, i got a safe driver
with his speed pass, he gon’ breeze pass
heavyweight, need to turnpike like a speedbag
fact sealing, running with them creatures who be cap pealing
had chickens stuffed in the rim, playing badminton
highspeed chases and cases, enjoy the fast living
quick to open up the can on you, that’s a pabst ribbon
[chorus: street lord juan & boldy james]
open up the can, that’s a hundred sitting
joke in the veneer, open up a hit, no, i don’t be kidding
smoke him, what? for playing, soldiers on command
posted in them vans, known for overspraying
look, don’t be flinching
focus on the plan, it ain’t no funny business
vultures finna land, that’s how we know he snitching
heard he told the feds, how you know my man?
hold it to his wig, comb a n+gga dreads
this one on commission
[verse 2: street lord juan & boldy james]
he a yes man, i’m heavy in the left lane
checkmate, n+ggas playing checkers, this a chess game
dead game, soon as he came around, that’s when the feds came
know you a dead man if we put money on your headband
a little hundred k for the noodling, yeah
but sometimes i be cheap
and do some stupid sh+t like jumping out the coupe
with sigs shooting sh+t
like f+ck who you with, bad habits from my youth and sh+t
tryna move legit, boldy said it’s time we be mature though
but i want war though, plus i’m up like gordo
n+ggas talking but they poor though
if they wouldn’t, i’d get my extort on like cordon
yeah, 10:08, gotta take ’em at a set rate
x+rated, we strippin’ n+ggas naked, that’s a s+x tape
press play, with one push of a b+tton, it’s a melee
that switchie cute but i rather shoot a russian ak
[chorus: street lord juan & boldy james]
open up the can, that’s a hundred sitting
joke in the veneer, open up a hit, no, i don’t be kidding
smoke him, what? for playing, soldiers on command
posted in them vans, known for overspraying
look, don’t be flinching
focus on the plan, it ain’t no funny business
vultures finna land, that’s how we know he snitching
heard he told the feds, how you know my man?
hold it to his wig, comb a n+gga dreads
this one on commission
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