90 Down The Lodge ft. B. Lewie & FatRay100 Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, is you ridin', is you rollin'

I know baby girl ain't mine, she a loaner

Is you shinin', is you focused

If you catch her out with gang, she a goner

Ayy, I got horses in the motor

I'm gettin' off or gettin' over

I'm in my lane, I ain't pressed about you lame niggas

I'm brushin' haters off the shoulder

I'm too high, doing 90 down the lodge

I can barely stay in between the lines

Feels like I spent hours on the grind

Ask Baby girl, can I get the time

Need a rocky presidential like I voted for it

Presidents, I'm tryna bubble like a voting form

Still connected with the plugs feel like a circuit board

If I wanna change a play up, I can motion for it

Baby, know before I fuck, I need them vocal chords

Only talk to me about paper or I'm gon' ignore it, oh lord

Scoochin' my way to the top till I get overlord

Hit the blinker, think I'm about to hit a turning point

Gear shift down on the lodge till I hit Jefferson

Text gotta say something about checks if you want me checkin' it

In sections lookin' like I lift weights the way I be flexin' it

Pops just say I shoulda invested it, but I ain't listen

Ayy, ayy, is you ridin', is you rollin'

I know baby girl ain't mine, she a loner

Is you shinin', is you focused

If you catch her out with gang, she a goner

Ayy, I got horses in the motor

I'm gettin' off or gettin' over

I'm in my lane, I ain't pressed about you lame niggas

I'm brushin' haters off the shoulder

I'm too high, doing 90 down the lodge

I can barely stay in between the lines

Feels like I spent hours on the grind

Ask Baby girl, can I get the time

Ayy, you can tell that I'm a star, the way I tilt my hat

Baby head was five stars, I had to tip my hat

I don't wanna chit-chat, I'm here to get my check

I'm a new G-Wag, you ain't in my class

I got so many gifts, can't even fit my bag

I ain't just hop in it, I done zipped my bag

Ain't gon' get your finger sticky, baby, get out then

You don't wanna get this chicken, brody, miss out then

Ayy, fuck is homie on

I got real boss, player in my chromosomes

Perrier, Juliet, bitch, I'm Romeo

Baby thinkin' Ruth Chris, shit, what Coney on

Ayy, ayy, is you ridin', is you rollin'

I know baby girl ain't mine, she a loaner

Is you shinin', is you focused

If you catch her out with gang, she a goner

Ayy, I got horses in the motor

I'm gettin' off or gettin' over

I'm in my lane, I ain't pressed about you lame niggas

I'm brushin' haters off the shoulder

I'm too high, doing 90 down the lodge

I can barely stay in between the lines

Feels like I spent hours on the grind

Ask Baby girl, can I get the time