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[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Bro don't gotta think twice, when its get in the ride (Okay)
We’ll talk later cause the gloves are inside of the car
Use that imma tell you when its time (Okay)
We’re in the ride tryna make that swerve like sine (Brr, brr)
Trust me I’ll be right on time (On time)
In this life of crime, I’m a pantomime
Trust me I’ll be right on time (Okay)
I ain’t gotta say much, I’ll be right on time (You wish)
Ay
I’m pulling up in that Rick, uh
We pop them off like a zit, uh (Okay)
f*ck her whilе I’m off the sh*t, uh (Yeah)
No pillow talking you b*tch (Yeah)
I got my cup and its mixеd with the Cali weed, smoke it up and sip (I sip that)
I got some sprite on my lip, uh

[Verse 1: Fimiguerrero]
Bro got a nine on his hip, uh (Bro got a nine)
I make this money legit
On the kitchen, my brother pull up with a clip (Ha, ha)
And the laser on it, so he look like a kid thats been raving (Ha, ha)
My n*gga make you have a fit (Ha, ha)
Its amazing how n*ggas claim they’ve been in sh*t (Ha, ha)
But you pull up on them and they’re not saying sh*t, lil b*tch (Woah)
I’ve been like this since I was a jit
Like you can ask Odz if you think that I fibbed (Lil b*tch)
[Verse 2: Odzmoney & Fimiguerrero]
Every time I step, they come like Vladimir Putin, came (Okay)
My young boys on train, OT, wrestling, tryna whip cane
I’m a stereotype like Blaine, I got them pounds, drop some on my main b*tch (Okay)
Your laptop, I stained it
Mac and cheese, my favourite
I got n*ggas in the cut, who don’t give a f*ck
Broski we’ll split your wig
I’m the n*gga in the cut, who don’t give a f*ck
Man I might f*ck his b*tch
I fill my cup, I fill my cup, with Tuss
You don’t wanna see man p*ssed
You know what's up, you know whats up with us
We smoke these n*ggas like Riz
I took that risk, I took that risk with Fim
We used to run through sims
Run through bins
Stuck in the mud, I’ve been
Stuck in the mud, I’ve been
Bossing the game
Rocking these Gucci frames
Rocking the silver chain
ODZ, I had to add that money
That's why its in my name

[Chorus: Fimiguerrero]
Bro don't gotta think twice, when its get in the ride (Okay)
We’ll talk later cause the gloves are inside of the car
Use that imma tell you when its time (Okay)
We’re in the ride tryna make that swerve like sine (Brr, brr)
Trust me I’ll be right on time (On time)
In this life of crime, I’m a pantomime
Trust me I’ll be right on time (Okay)
I ain’t gotta say much, I’ll be right on time (You wish)
Ay
I’m pulling up in that Rick, uh
We pop them off like a zit, uh (Okay)
f*ck her while I’m off the sh*t, uh (Yeah)
I got my cup and its mixed with the Cali weed, smoke it up and sip (I sip that)
I got some sprite on my lip, uh
(Bro got a nine on his)