Lyrics Let Down My Window - Aiwal Turé feat. Macc-Deez & Christy Clark

All for the money hustling going for the gusto
Trying to convince a dead man like Nutso
Old schools rusted out So we flip these
Travel throughout the city like we some gypsies
Above the rim with the God high off contact
Double up on these profits that we got back
They don't hear us anyway that's why we make noise
A little nippy outside fuck them Corduroys
Old minded patient banking on a ew day
They some hypocrites so Fuck the shit they do say
These niggaz wishy washy flipping like some Flapjacks
If they get to bumping gums make them bag back
Coming live and direct to you in real time
Penetrate the tissues of her so I feel fine
Fresh off the boat natural grade pure
Signing off definition A. Ture

Just rolling, just cruising
Just rolling just cruising these streets
'Bout to let down my window
And just sit back, get back, kick back... let down my window

Its Macc-Deez riding shotgun B in the driver seat
Let the windows down we in the town and can't hide the beat
Five miles an hour so everybody see you
Slow motion is established we mashing for the people
Two 12's knocking hard sinking deep into your soul
Keep releasing greasy heat freak the speakers til they cold
We turned up creeping through going live on the ground
Blowing up social media posting pictures with my fam
Not your average everyday mumble rappers on the scene
We dedicated MC's from hip hop "nah mean" so
Peep the lingo pick up this new single set it as your ringtone your chains and your rings on
A hot sunny day as we cruising through the area
Watching what's ahead of ya life is getting better bruh
Eyes on the prize pay attention all around
Rest in peace to Nightmare I'm pouring liquor on the ground
Let the windows down

Just rolling, just cruising
Just rolling just cruising these streets
'Bout to let down my window
And just sit back, get back, kick back... let down my window

Aint nothing wrong when you ride clean Everyday
Plymouth Cadillac "Oldsmobes" to Chevrolet
Hit them City Limits rack em up tightpockets
Break em down with them stripes cuz I'm all solids
From the gate Rollaz ride through the thick and thin
Lip service why I mostly ride with the wind
Twitter fingers going hard safe throwing shade
Lead a squad to your parts like I'm Nick Sabe
Catch a fade see I'd rather be up in some thighs
But you wanna flex hard leg with some guys
Got my mind on money money on my mind
Stay the hell up out my lane as we moving times
Gripping wood sipping fluid for the dead homies
Clean with the team Do my dirt by my lonely
Giving birth to a God birth to a vision
Plan execute and ride to this intermission
Yeah

Just rolling, just cruising
Just rolling just cruising these streets
'Bout to let down my window
And just sit back, get back, kick back... let down my window...