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No Singles

 

No Singles

(Album: Full Court Press - 2022)


Cruising down the street in my '64 (Uh)
Blowing kush smoke out the window (Right)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Uh)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Cruising down the street in my '64 (Right)
Cruising down the street in my '64 (Uh)
Cruising down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles

My pen way sharper than a sword
Keep your cool, don't make me pull a cord, my lord
Was in the trap, see the cracks in the decor
Still paint chips dropping on the floor, my lord, uh
God bless ya
Smooth like Drexler
Mind state trained to move itself like Tesla (Uh)
Crime rate boosting
Chicks taking trips, trooping
Profited from them trips to Houston (Really)
GED, getting every dollar
Counting stacks, either that or get to bouncing like Impalas (Uh)
Have them jack boys all up on your collar
And twenty-five's the new numbers for lows, I'll holler

Cruising down the street in my '64
Blowing kush smoke out the window (Hahaha)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles (Yeah, yup)
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Cruising down the street in my '64 (Right)
Cruising down the street in my '64 (Uh)
Cruising down the street in my '64
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles

I was whipping in the kitchen, whipped it on the corner
I was working on the foreign, whipped it 'til the morning, you was snoring
Pushing on some buttons, turning nothing into something
It was lint up in my wallet, now these pockets super lumpy
Breaking bread with my partners
Whipping on some choppers
Stick my arm out the window just to shine on these boppers
Just to shine on these bitches, recline on these hoes
When your wrist game froze, tell 'em anything goes
Gutter bass with the treble, mix the highs with low
Woodgrain on the dash, repping wires with Vogues
Pop trunk for the show, inside, it glow
Chrome grill and the women whip wide and slow, hold up

Cruising down the street in my '64
Blowin'— blowing kush smoke out the window
Pockets full of hundreds, no singles
Pockets— pockets full of hundreds, no singles

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