Thursday Car lyrics

by

Big K.R.I.T.


[Intro]
LA Musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
My ol' head told me "Kill them b*tches"
Rollin up while we handle our business
I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
Big money, good weed, and fly b*tches

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
High dealings, high ceilings
High b*tches, high healing
I'm smooth, Herringbone over the Oxford
We f*ckin mobsters, we just cop to cop, f*ck it
We rape the spot, and drop duckets
You hate it, I love it
On the Lo', you'd admire me, probably dub it
You know how they do, use your own sh*t and try to play you
Haters hate, but I'm sleep tho
Respect, you get 0
Chopped, cold-cut tryna be hero
Got the dour for a courteous price
My Cali b*tch brought 30 on the flight
n*gga, Ripley's believe It or not
It'll be gone before you get off the clock
You hustlin' minimal caine
Throw your work in the air like 'Bron before the game
Foamposites, and bucket-hats
Designer sweat-pants, and fresh 3's
We gave you n*ggas the blueprint
Now go 'head and get fresh, B
(All that RRL, that Denim & Supply, sh*t let's not forget Rugby)
Now go 'head and get fresh, B
(My n*gga did the Bape, he threw the white-on-whites on, y'all threw y'alls back on)
Tahaha yeah, go 'head and get fresh, B
[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
My ol' head told me "Kill them b*tches"
Rollin up while we handle our business
I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
Big money, good weed, and fly b*tches

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Back seat cypher, me, my weed, my lighter
Pass the weed to my driver, my driver like MacGyver
Get me in and out of, traffic, where the cash at?
I'm there in the nick of time of, these lil boys ain't rhyming
They all kinda tryna be like us
So styles, I improvise 'em
Copy cat n*ggas, you the box of kitty litter
A boss ain't in ya
So you takin' losses anytime you go against us
b*tches get something to remember whenever they visit
Swing that corner wit me in that lo-lo, she was hittin switches
Now you're dolo, cause she no longer wanna be wit'cha
I'm out SOHO shoppin, stop, take sum pictures
Real recognize the same kind
Apes shall never kill another primate
Cadillac trucks back to back outside
While we inside buying Bape, you too broke to fix your face, HANNN!
[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
My ol' head told me "Kill them b*tches"
Rollin' up while we handle our business
I know them haters there, but we ain't trippin
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
sh*t, we too busy being them n*ggas
Big money, good weed, and fly b*tches
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