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kenzo str8drop - roads lyrics

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back then i was wearing hand me down kicks
now i walk in showrooms droppin’ 20 on a whip
i ain’t stuntin’ for no chick
i’m flyin’ 20’s out this b+tch
i’ve got panoramic views
german pedals touch my kicks
one shoe box ain’t fitting all my p’s in
4 pipes on my whip, pops when i’m speedin’
make leah turn the kettle on and pattern up the eatin’
half a brizzy and a nina til’ it’s done up i ain’t leavin’
z by z, lock it into 1 shot it peb by peb
re up on a z of cali, smoke it head by heads
i ain’t hearing what [?] said cah his bredrin’s dead
20 band in wraps that’s a lot of core sh+t
that’ll only last a week with the whip in sport
you’re trappin’ out your girls whip with a lot of talk
sh+t i’m trappin’ out a v6 with a lot of torque
cats don’t call frank, they need me when they feel ill
it’s like i can’t stay still
i’m tryna run me up a mill
when i reach that sh+t anothеr line be gettin’ built
i could nеver kick a ball, could sell crack in the hills
sell crack to my dad that sh+t give me chills
done been stackin’ doe, i don’t trap for the thrill
i’ve got rats vac packed, not the ones gettin’ through
i’ve got pounds in the passy while i’m wobblin’ the coupe
pyrex smashed, lost a z had me p+ssed off
i was sellin’ crack with glass in the mixture
it still set right so it still got l!cked off
if the bricks open send it back to where it’s from
i don’t cop loubs rude boy i cop sticks
you was chasing a b+tch, i was aiming for bricks
same chick you’re buying steak gives me brains in the whip
soon as my phone rings shawty’s gettin’ ditched
this cali’s got me lookin’ fluent in mandarin
400 break, police would be mad to spin
n’ ive got a couple pebbles with double wrapped in cling
made 50 racks out my nanas sink
break bricks down like mr miyagi
5 in the same place got shots lookin’ skatty
christmas day, new years i was out there gettin’ trappy
only time i’m pullin’ over if my mothers in the passy
i thought a b+tch broke my heart til’ i lost my g
last time i seen him, dropped a pack on him said that’s on me
i push weight, i couldn’t care bout a calorie
they say i look sucked but my pockets lookin’ fat to me
went from bagging up weed, now i’m whippin’ up blow
in n’ out them flats, i don’t slip i’ve got my rambo
you was chasing a b+tch, i wanted to be pablo
tryna be like nines off the ends like church road
no o’s in the crib, not a kid no more
bro gets what he wants, whipped or raw
you can’t ask me for that i’ll charge you a touch more
gordon ramsay ain’t on sh+t my cooks lockin’ up jaws
mums tellin’ me i need to change how i live
every other day i’m buying blades for the crib
cah my shank games cray, push it straight in your ribs
burnt clothes on clothes g i’m done buying drip

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