Ryan-Alan - Scripts Lyrics

She say she want a gangsta and a gentleman
Someone try her
He be gone and never seen again
Take you for a ride
Try and catch a vibe
Runnin' wit the soldiers in the dead of night
Floorin in the foreign now I'm goin 150
Speedin in circles now the hoes getting dizzy
Got a high beam glow know the folks can't miss me
Knockin bitches out the park
Like a young Ken Griffey
Woahh
Ridin dirty armed and dangerous
Woahh
If you scared go to church don't hang wit us
Movin slow motion
Nights so cold
We're losing control
When you on top, niggas prayin that you drop
I'm in the tropics playin wit a knot
Niggas switched up thinkin I forgot
I let my nuts hang when I'm on the block
I could buy a mustang with the watch
Broke niggas want fame I want gwap
Bad bitches wanna kick it with the gang
Bum bitches can't hang wit the squad
Shorty off that alcohol and aderrall
We all got our vices I ain't mad at all
Gang off shots of Maker's wit the gas lit
Real ones that's gon ride until the casket
We got Veuve by the 10
Fill it up to the rim
Ball hard, f*ck a gym
Do the most on a whim
We don't post where we been
We ain't nothin like them
Hoes losin they sense
Behind limosine tints
Gotta park, might crash up
Wanna see you strip, I don't wanna hear you vent
Told babygirl back up
Movin slow motion
Nights so cold
We're losing control
When you on top, niggas prayin that you drop
I'm in the tropics playin wit a knot
Niggas switched up thinkin I forgot
I let my nuts hang when I'm on the block
I could buy a mustang with the watch
Broke niggas want fame I want gwap
Bad bitches wanna kick it with the gang
Bum bitches can't hang wit the squad
Shorty off that alcohol and aderrall
We all got our vices I ain't mad at all
Gang off shots of Maker's wit the gas lit
Real ones that's gon ride until the casket