​thousand miles 2 Summrs

[Intro]
(Ayo, that's nickk)
(BenjiCold, why you icey?)
Yeah, huh, woah, yeah, woah, woah, oh
Oh, uh-huh, woah, yeah-huh, ha

[Chorus]
3.5 in my wood, bad bitch from the hood
I'm him, yeah fa-shit-sho
The way he wish he could
Hemi engine up in my hood
I'd travel a thousand miles for you, said that already
That ass sit fat up in them jeans

[Verse]
(Yeah)
For you, baby, I'm a fien (Go, go, go)
Been doing what I'm supposed to do, bitch, what you mean?
And I wasn't fuckin' 'round behind yo' back, bitch, what you mean? (Yeah)
Bitches pocket watch, tryna see how much I got up in my jeans
She say I'm a dope fien, well that shit run in my genes
She was cross faded off the rum and molly
I ain't fuckin' around, none of these niggas, they my seeds (Yeah)
Been stuck at the top for a couple years, ain't no in between (Yeah)
Know you might can't see that bitch, but I promise it's in my jeans (Yeah)
That nigga a ho, that nigga joke, that nigga so green
R-I-N-O, I don't need no fuckin' team
With a D-R-A-C-O and that bitch got a banana
Walked up in the fuckin' show, they tryna put a nigga on camera
Filled my cup up with the dope, I'm rockin' a pineapple Fanta
Tinted windows on the Phantom, XD-45 Hammer
His lil' shit just jammed up, oh my God, he so dumb
I don't give a fuck where you from, all my niggas all up to somethin'
And I got this lil' bitch so sprung
I got 'bout thirty sticks up in the trunk
Talkin' down then yo' ass get slumped
Got a B-A-M on the side of my shit, okay, can't fit in my denim (Yeah)