Underworld Cruisin'

Bitches with a low ride civic No, I don't vibe with it if I can't fit bovine in it And I aint been talking bout low line women But the cargo needa fit beef up in it No grills, no teeth, no grinning With the buzz saw spinning When the lock jaw set in When the boss saw knowledge of the worst came with it But the thirst made millions so the hurt stayed in it "Hot Milfs want my dick in my area" (Nice!) Yung Reaper Got flows unmatched like Giza You in denial if you acting like a non-believer You picked a fight you couldn't win and now you fated to go out like Caesar Head on a pike and his skins hanging in the freezer Pull-up in all white then i put him on ice I got eyes in every corner and on every device And I know I come off a little divisive When I put a mother fucker right into a crisis And I tend to find that I'm inclined to pass the time on the nicer side of things But why would I wanna kill the vibe I have a hard enough time just staying alive but... I'll be damned you you think I'd let a fuck boi play me Ill be damned if I ever let a bitch sorbet me On the gram she was looking like a bombshell Met her at the hotel Looking like a young Tom Brady