Hands On The Wheel (freestyle) Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Hennessy like what?
f*ck y'all, yeah all y'all niggas
Bad bitches and they all dark-skinned
Say she want an icon; I'm the new John Lennon
Weed and brew, weed and brew, if they ain't f*cking
now, you can leave your crew
My sneaks so rare, but y'all don't care
They only saying "Déjà vu"
More lean, that codiene, that dirty Sprite I'm on that
With that weed smoke getting deep throat by a bad joint
sipping Cognac
In the '90s, Moschino
Money talking but that just seems low
Nigga light head seems fit for the D-O
By the bag I tell a nigga Geo
They know, oh they know
Play them bitches, pimp them hoes, pimp them hoes, pimp
them hoes
Grape all in that cone shit
I ain't rocking no Foams bitch
Reality is, logically deep is, I'm as real as it's
going to get
New work, no lease, no bullshit
All money, your bitch, don't lose it I beat the p*ssy up, no I abuse it
A lot of stress make a nigga blow a whole sip
Dopefiend says a nigga makes dope shit
Want this, make her suck like 4 dicks
Cash talk, black hoodie in a blowfish
They broke, they don't know where the cloak is

[Verse 2:]
They like, "Cheers on the way"
Summertime ma, BOA ho
Got a couple J'Lo's, finna spend Euro's, yeah I'm
internationally know huh
Every dollar I earn, the more dollars I burn
California weed, light the spark up
California bitch like "Wake the f*ck up"
I'm faded, oh I'm faded
They hating, oh they hating
Ferris Bueller, no roof on
Don't need a gun but a nigga got a shooter
Well, a shotta
They impostas
Dreads hang to my back like a rasta
VA don't trip, I got ya'
Blowing tree that you get from the doctors

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