Lyrics 45 Pounds - Woine

Illest nigga alive
Please be quiet
He a lil ass boy by 45 pounds
I-10 v8 track hawk shit sliding
I done seen folks jump in dat water start drowning
I done seen folks jump in them streets start dying
Wonder if these streets could speak what would they say to me
In a fast car get me from A-Z
Tired of all that fake shit I turned off fatigue
Couldn't see it coming down my eyes so I brought denim tears
I go to sleep good nigga my conscious clear
Big dually truck almost hit a lil deer
Uh uh I ain't laughing right now dis shit serious
Ain't no love in this shit you know love get you killed
And I'm Atlanta brave you know I ain't got no fear
And yea I took a L I looked up seen you cheering
Yea I took a L but I'm right back to winning
Yuh my pockets filled but I'm still tryna get it
Ain't no AC ain't tryna be cool with these niggas
Sit back watch me work you know I'm a technician
They ain't pat lil bro down let a fool in the building
They ain't pat lil bro down he got tool in the building
Want that bag gotta know what to do when you get it
Texas boy spilling drank in the foreign
Yea Texas Boy we got guns on the tour
They ain't gimme the ball had to go get a board
Wanted you way back then ion want you no more
Since she got my number she ain't stop calling
I can't come out the game yet I ain't stop balling
Smoking good gas nigga can't stop coughing
I'm the one handle r business I work in the office
Where I'm from getting money a make you a target
Ain't talking money you lost me
Ain't tryna give me that throat get off me
Watch me big body the lane Kenneth Lofton
I ain't worried bout shit boy I got that shit on me
They get fly on occasion I do this shit often
Wanna boss up your life gotta step in my office
Gotta call set appointment you fucking with bosses
You can cry me a river ho my name not Austin
I'm in true religion ho why would I lie
High end car low profile tires
I want it all turn this shit up a notch
Ima kill everything these niggas straight bots
Why the fuck you're in the club you ain't popping no bottles
He try sum fly and I'm poppin his collar
Hit open road and I'm poppin the throttle
Fine shit look like I'm popping a model
That pressure gone break ya or make ya a diamond
Bro in that field like remember the titans
Nigga get in my way then we colliding
Everything I want ima walk it down
Old niggas washed up just like Joe Biden
Ima walking business gotta count the profit
Some lil fine shit a walking water fountain
Remember I was hurting I ain't talk about it
Ain't nobody help me has to figure out

Illest nigga alive
Please be quiet
He a lil ass boy by 45 pounds

I-10 v8 trackhawk shit sliding
I done seen folks jump in dat water start drowning
I done seen folks jump in them streets start dying
Wonder if these streets could speak what would they say to me
In a fast car get me from A-Z
Tired of all that fake shit I turned off fatigue
Yea