Malc's Ride Lyrics

Yo watch me get shit lifted

But dont get it twisted

That NY fitted i keep that

Black cig lifting

The blanco drifting i peep that

Niggas be undermining

I find it crazy how the people i once considered brothers preventing me from climbing

Its midnight menace you know imma get it regardless

Focussing up on the finish forget bout how you started

Put yo best foot forward

Keep shit in order

I'm venting

I dont cut corners I'm crossing the border

And sensing

That theres a snake in my boot

But before i let it infiltrate

He feeling this nickel plate

And thats word to ma dukes

I keep it pushing

Shopping on trips to Brooklyn

Stacking up fetti body on body create a cushion

For comfortability

Test yo shorty flexibility

Ability

To get sum shaking fuck the stability

I learned how to manipulate

Trips to different states

I'm touching up restaurants with expensive plates

Acquired taste

Oysters and lobster wit a steak on my side

Champagne to the right

Got spade or perignon for the night

Thats boss shit money good just like my last name was Hayes

It sound good so come and chill just for a couple a days

Yo what we doing

Car meeting paper chasing

I'm switchin up the kicks every destination

That aviation

Got me feeling tired

Lagging

whip the white through the traffic

We live lavish

The T graphic

And listen to classics now peep it

Back seat I'm coasting the 550 speakers is knocking

Hop out wit malc out in Crofton sunny and perfect timing

Engine blocks was painted

exhausts was chrome tipped

Cold fit

Drink while the music bumping from trunk kits

I set the setting

Rolling up at the session

Sip my shit in public like I'm nola adjusting wit no question

Me and Malcolm thats double trouble double exhaustion

Know you here the whip down the street so you best proceed wit caution

Down the block niggas loud as fuck could've swore Celestine was inside the truck

My tribe is on a quest

A squad full of breadwinners

And head-splitters

Bag chasing niggas wit big ass agendas

Trips out the country passport throughout the summer

Stamped all my pages a new one getting covered

Sipping khalua in cabanas while counting up commas

Smoke in gazebos throw on the shades to just to block the drama

Take a minute to catch it

Ride along the windows cracking

Maneuver through traffic

Rocks kick up from trucks on i-95

We out of time

Show of the century come and take this ride

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