87 Fleetwood

Now hop in and take a trip round and round as we go

Off into the jungles of the south where from below

And just to show this ain't no test keep that mess amongst your teeth

And ask me if I care whether or not they catch you beat into sleep

You doze on the floor blowed into a shock

And shaking like them junkies who were killed who hit that crack rock

In a headlock your vision blurs

Through every slurred hasn't heard let this be your final word

On the verge to corruption on trusting through what is built

With a swift of these elbows go and cross your bloody lips

As you skip dip and trip and thinking 'bout them good old days

Where we used to burn it down up in the attic as a phase

Through wicked ways I'm 'bout to blaze raising hell off in this bitch

So niggas eye it open take a pull cause this that shit

My '87 Fleetwood

What's up my nigga we chief gooey

And when the windows rolled up ain't no opening these doors

And these niggas wanna ride if they cool with

My '87 Fleetwood

What's up my nigga we chief gooey

And when the windows rolled up ain't no opening them doors

And them niggas wanna ride if they cool with

When it get down and dirty

Four-thirty a nigga got to get it in a hurry

Ain't no kicking down doors ain't no dust up my nose

Blueprint off in my head sharp crease in my clothes

Got to stay up on the top still on the low

'87 Fleetwood still smoking that ho

So what you know about me not a damn thing

Short pause and pimping niggas stay up on this game

Ain't no change in my pocket cause all in the bank

Police pull me over got a trunk full of dank

But I ain't opening up them doors cause niggas chiefing gooey

And y'all niggas wanna ride if you cool with

I wish you would and if niggas want to do it let's get to it

And if your girl wanna cut I'm gon' do it

'87 Fleetwood smoke gooey

My '87 Fleetwood

What's up my nigga we chief gooey

And when the windows rolled up ain't no opening these doors

And these niggas wanna ride if they cool with

My '87 Fleetwood

What's up my nigga we chief gooey

And when the windows rolled up ain't no opening them doors

And them niggas wanna ride if they cool with

Barbecue a meal due slick is all on you

Fleetwood smoke good what you want to do

Down here I got to get it '87 I'ma split it

Inhale you gonna feel it for sure this is the realest

Cause all the ass smoke guaranteed to make you choke

Got you coming back nigga pocket dead broke

Now I got your ho and I'm serving her folk

If old girls out on G then shorty dick I ain't smoke

One to the two to the three

Young Bloods up in this thing puffing hard as we chief

These Fleetwood through every eye

Too even I'm gon' keep 'em high

So nigga why you asking why when you been told

That we ain't 'bout the crack or the nonsense

So keep it lit and later on to all you tricks

As you snip dip off every cut you in a rut

Falling backwards on your head so nigga keep your mouth shut

My '87 Fleetwood

What's up my nigga we chief gooey

And when the windows rolled up ain't no opening these doors

And these niggas wanna ride if they cool with

My '87 Fleetwood

What's up my nigga we chief gooey

And when the windows rolled up ain't no opening them doors

And them niggas wanna ride if they cool with