Tints

Yeah
(Shit go stupid man, shit go stupid)
Yeah

What it is?
Riding through the ends in the whip
You can't see who coming
I be hiding by the tints
And I know some hittas
They might empty out the clip

City goin' brazy in the summer getting lit
You was on a wave, I can't seem to feel the wind
Jordans on my fingers, triple-double tryna win
(Tryna win man)
Pray I really make it out the 6

Yeah
Got me pushing triple digits on the highway
Niggas gettin' served, that's an entree
Still got reservations with my prom date
Did it for the love, how it sounds fake?

Better late than ever nigga, pardon me if if i'm late
I'm just tryna get the team all the way out to Bombay
This shit ain't a game, it ain't no timeplay
Look at all the crappy shit that ya'll made

Still here after all that
Niggas wanna talk all that like we nickelodeon, fall back
I don't do too many call backs, I don't do a verse if the song wack
And I heard they the best in the league
Push em aside in a breeze
Tell my team "Where the ball at?"

Wanted smoke, where they all at?
Going hard, man you're all cap
Shoot my shot when I cock back
Swished in, know you clocked that
Had a moment, never saw it back
Now you on road for shows
That niggas don't even pull up to, It's all sad
I was hoping that they all last
Damn

Who got the juice?
Nigga i'm thirsty
None of that twitter shit really concern me
Hold down a million before I see 30
Yeah
Said who got the juice? Nigga i'm thirsty
None of that twitter shit really concern me
I gotta dip to the endz in a hurry yeah

Yeah
What it is?
Riding through the ends in the whip
You can't see who coming
I be hiding by the tints
And I know some hittas
They might empty out the c-

City goin' brazy in the summer getting lit
You was on a wave, I can't seem to feel the wind
Jordans on my fingers, triple-double tryna win
(Tryna win man)
Pray I really make it out the 6

(Now they asking' what it is?)
(I was riding thru the ends in the whip)
(You can't see who coming' I be hiding by the tints)

(City goin' crazy in the summer getting lit)
(You was on a wave, I can't seem to feel the wind)
(Jordans on my fingers, triple-double tryna win)
(Pray I really make it out the 6)