Yeah
Put on your seatbelt, I see cops (A.R., you bodied this one)
My rights are
Yeah, I know what my rights are
Yeah, I know what my rights are, yeah
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are
My homie with the dotted license and he got it
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side
Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming in the Northside
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side
Yeah, yeah, I don't think you wanna really die
Couple youngins, they been reckless
I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang gang"
Your close friend is your enemy
Same thing, propane how we smoke shit
I need rubber bands to wrap all these Benjamins
I f*ck clean, 'cause my exes look for evidence
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages
I chase cheese and I'm feeling like the goat, yeah
I get goat cheese while these birds just getting bread, yeah
Guess I'm from the streets 'cause these problems want me dead, yeah
I got couple dogs never switched, never shed
Pick the paper up and I can barely use a pen
I just freestyle, tell these pussy nigga how I feel
Remember going to school never had a pen but had lip
Wanna feel the hot shit, got no time to talk shit
On my ride or die shit, foreign whip might crash it
I was broke last year, no hoes last year
In that latest, main bitch a actress
She do acrobatic backflips, and she ride like porno
Cops try to kick the door bout' the dope I sold
I'm just tryna send a load, got a blunt like Lisa Mo, yeah
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are
My homie with the dotted license and he got it
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side
Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming in the Northside
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side
Yeah, yeah, I don't think you wanna really die
Couple youngins they been reckless
I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang gang"
Your close friend is your enemy
Same thing propane how we smoke shit
I need rubber bands to wrap all these Benjamins
I f*cked 3, 'cause my exes look for evidence
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages
I chase cheese and I'm feeling like a goat, yeah
I get goat cheese while these birds just getting bread
Goat cheese
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Yeah
Put on your seatbelt, I see cops (A.R., you bodied this one)
My rights are
Yeah, I know what my rights are
Yeah, I know what my rights are, yeah
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are
My homie with the dotted license and he got it
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side
Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming in the Northside
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side
Yeah, yeah, I don't think you wanna really die
Couple youngins, they been reckless
I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang gang"
Your close friend is your enemy
Same thing, propane how we smoke shit
I need rubber bands to wrap all these Benjamins
I f*ck clean, 'cause my exes look for evidence
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages
I chase cheese and I'm feeling like the goat, yeah
I get goat cheese while these birds just getting bread, yeah
Guess I'm from the streets 'cause these problems want me dead, yeah
I got couple dogs never switched, never shed
Pick the paper up and I can barely use a pen
I just freestyle, tell these pussy nigga how I feel
Remember going to school never had a pen but had lip
Wanna feel the hot shit, got no time to talk shit
On my ride or die shit, foreign whip might crash it
I was broke last year, no hoes last year
In that latest, main bitch a actress
She do acrobatic backflips, and she ride like porno
Cops try to kick the door bout' the dope I sold
I'm just tryna send a load, got a blunt like Lisa Mo, yeah
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are
My homie with the dotted license and he got it
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side
Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming in the Northside
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side
Yeah, yeah, I don't think you wanna really die
Couple youngins they been reckless
I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang gang"
Your close friend is your enemy
Same thing propane how we smoke shit
I need rubber bands to wrap all these Benjamins
I f*cked 3, 'cause my exes look for evidence
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages
I chase cheese and I'm feeling like a goat, yeah
I get goat cheese while these birds just getting bread
Goat cheese
Put on your seatbelt, I see cops (A.R., you bodied this one)
My rights are
Yeah, I know what my rights are
Yeah, I know what my rights are, yeah
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are
My homie with the dotted license and he got it
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side
Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming in the Northside
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side
Yeah, yeah, I don't think you wanna really die
Couple youngins, they been reckless
I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang gang"
Your close friend is your enemy
Same thing, propane how we smoke shit
I need rubber bands to wrap all these Benjamins
I f*ck clean, 'cause my exes look for evidence
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages
I chase cheese and I'm feeling like the goat, yeah
I get goat cheese while these birds just getting bread, yeah
Guess I'm from the streets 'cause these problems want me dead, yeah
I got couple dogs never switched, never shed
Pick the paper up and I can barely use a pen
I just freestyle, tell these pussy nigga how I feel
Remember going to school never had a pen but had lip
Wanna feel the hot shit, got no time to talk shit
On my ride or die shit, foreign whip might crash it
I was broke last year, no hoes last year
In that latest, main bitch a actress
She do acrobatic backflips, and she ride like porno
Cops try to kick the door bout' the dope I sold
I'm just tryna send a load, got a blunt like Lisa Mo, yeah
Police try to pull me over but I know what my rights are
My homie with the dotted license and he got it
I have friends moving left and I got shooters on the right side
Diamonds I can't breathe I just swat it like a mob tie
Came up from these streets been flexing on the court side
Southside where I sleep, day dreaming in the Northside
Catch me lickies and I got 9 been creeping on the other side
Yeah, yeah, I don't think you wanna really die
Couple youngins they been reckless
I got fake niggas screaming out, "Gang gang"
Your close friend is your enemy
Same thing propane how we smoke shit
I need rubber bands to wrap all these Benjamins
I f*cked 3, 'cause my exes look for evidence
And I delete all these hoes off of my messages
I chase cheese and I'm feeling like a goat, yeah
I get goat cheese while these birds just getting bread
Goat cheese
Writer: Arron Reed, Yaya Berete
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.