I'm 20 pulling 25
Verse1 im 20 pulling 25, Got a bad bitch on my side, Looking at the dash doing 225, Not going to stop till I touch the sky, so damn fly up in the sky, Stacking hella racks, Racks are fucking stacked up in the back. Smoke another pack on the track double back. Scat pack, rollin a splif in the back, I'm fillin the crack on this track, with pure gold and I'm never going back. verse2 got white Cortez's on My feet got a blue bandana tucked in the back of my dicky jeans got a polo t y'all you know it's got to be black cuz you know I'm going to be back to block staying out of sight from the cops never looking for the ops cuz you know I'm copping VVS chains gota stay in my lane pavin my own way came from the gutta now I'm flippin the script yea I know you feelin this shit verse3 Check the change, script flipped, no lag, They static, I'm movin', grab bags. Hit the block, jaws drop, new flex, Money talk, VVS next. Never lookin' back, on the block, make way, From the gutter, pure heat, let the chrome spray. Stackin' more than ever, game on lock, Never stoppin', always reaching the top. No ceiling, pushing higher, can't contain, Mindstate focused, cold steel, fuck the pain. Slide through the set, heavy hitters in the ride, Paint it all black, nowhere for 'em to hide. Loc'd out frames, see the smoke from the tires, Lightin' up the street, setting all of it on fire. Born in the chaos, raised in the trap, Hundred round drum, put the hood on the map. Ain't no hero, just a king in the dirt, Putting in work till it's lines on a shirt. I’m 20 pulling 25, keep the metal on the side, It’s a West Coast anthem, let the whole world slide.
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Verse1 im 20 pulling 25, Got a bad bitch on my side, Looking at the dash doing 225, Not going to stop till I touch the sky, so damn fly up in the sky, Stacking hella racks, Racks are fucking stacked up in the back. Smoke another pack on the track double back. Scat pack, rollin a splif in the back, I'm fillin the crack on this track, with pure gold and I'm never going back. verse2 got white Cortez's on My feet got a blue bandana tucked in the back of my dicky jeans got a polo t y'all you know it's got to be black cuz you know I'm going to be back to block staying out of sight from the cops never looking for the ops cuz you know I'm copping VVS chains gota stay in my lane pavin my own way came from the gutta now I'm flippin the script yea I know you feelin this shit verse3 Check the change, script flipped, no lag, They static, I'm movin', grab bags. Hit the block, jaws drop, new flex, Money talk, VVS next. Never lookin' back, on the block, make way, From the gutter, pure heat, let the chrome spray. Stackin' more than ever, game on lock, Never stoppin', always reaching the top. No ceiling, pushing higher, can't contain, Mindstate focused, cold steel, fuck the pain. Slide through the set, heavy hitters in the ride, Paint it all black, nowhere for 'em to hide. Loc'd out frames, see the smoke from the tires, Lightin' up the street, setting all of it on fire. Born in the chaos, raised in the trap, Hundred round drum, put the hood on the map. Ain't no hero, just a king in the dirt, Putting in work till it's lines on a shirt. I’m 20 pulling 25, keep the metal on the side, It’s a West Coast anthem, let the whole world slide.
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