Flat Tire

Flat tire on the west side, yeah
I was out here tryna get by, yeah
Shit, I been flat broke ten times, yeah
But I keep telling em that this mine, yeah
No my money don't talk much
But that shit gonna speak up one day, yeah
Man I'm stunting on all ya's
Shorty I'm about to hit this runway, yeah

Baby you got every reason you could die on me
Yeah but me what would life be without me
Baby soak up all the energy around me
Clock is running out and girl we only down three
You know I'm a shot maker yeah, a risk taker yeah
A love-maker yeah, when I wake up yeah
A bread-maker yeah, a caretaker yeah
A lifesaver yeah, I'll call later
When I fly home
A little later, yeah time alone
I know it's better than when I'm home
I'm dropping pressure till my tires blown

Flat tire on the west side, yeah
I was out here tryna get by, yeah
Shit, I been flat broke ten times, yeah
But I keep telling that this mine, yeah
No my money don't talk much
But that shit gonna speak up one day, yeah
Man I'm stunting on all ya's
Shorty I'm about to hit this runway, yeah

With a nickel in my pocket you still couldn't change me
Got a lot around the corner, she still wouldn't trade me
And my life is outta order like ATMs
At the moment don't try to chase down wins
Don't want to stress, just want good love
Want a big body Benz that rolls on dubz
Want a bad little wife and a big ass tub
I want dad callin up like, "You spent too much again"

Again, again, mmh
Baby, where do I begin? Begin, begin

Flat tire on the west side, yeah
I was out here tryna get by, yeah
Shit, I been flat broke ten times, yeah
But I keep telling that this mine, yeah
No my money don't talk much
But that shit gonna speak up one day, yeah
Man I'm stunting on ya's
Shorty I'm about to hit this runway