Interstate

作词：Dereon Thomas

It's Bubba Uno so you know it's lit

You got a lighter on you?

Hell no

You know I'm catching opps for real

We gon' creep on ** like where he stay?

I keep that Glock for real

Hit 230 on the interstate

Bro Got that chop wit' him

They say it ain't no stopping him

It's RIP when I see him

When I do I'm dropping him

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

I heard that ** talking down like, ** what you wanna do?

You touch me on my youngins shoot

Like why y'all brother on the news?

Fox eight, Channel nine and two

Why he think I don't keep no tool?

That ** Lil beep ain't safe on bro

I'll take his ** at the end of the road

All them **s talking down but I'm sliding through the rose

All them **s gay swear to god they some hoes

RIP ** really paying on his toes

Why y'all **s talking solid ** But your mans fold

Your brother got sent up the road, This on my pops y'all **'s hoes

Like why you fold?

, Brodie had told

Send him up the road, I got hallows

I shoot him in his dome, If a ** play I call the gang, They get you gone

All them **s dying

They said they slidin but they is capped out

If a ** talk down I call my brother trap out

** I'm from the V bro, From the east I get you fapped down

When they pulled us over I had a gun

But ain't get pat down

Like how can your own blood switch on you?

When you was down and I had **

** I was there for you

And all these hoes be playing games

So I can't love on you

If anything lil baby I just wanna ** on you

You know I'm catching opps for real

We gon' creep on ** like where he stay?

I keep that Glock for real

Hit 230 on the interstate, Bro Got that chop wit' him

They say it ain't no stopping him

It's RIP when I see him,When I do I'm dropping him

Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm

I heard that ** talking down like, ** what you wanna do?

You touch me on my youngins shoot

Like why yo brother on the news?

Fox eight, Channel nine and two

Like Why he think I don't keep no tool?

That ** Lil beep ain't safe on bro, I take his ** at the end of the road

All them **s talking down but I'm sliding through the rose

All them **s gay swear to god they some hoes

RIP ** really paying on his toes

Why y'all **s talking solid ** But your mans fold

Your brother got sent up the road, This on my pops y'all **'s hoes

You know I'm catching opps for real

We gon creep on a ** like where he stay?

I keep that Glock for real

Hit 230 on the interstate

Bro got that chop with him

I'm smoking, moon rock for real

I'm really blowing chops for real

And you ain't never blew no steel

Dondada

** I'm a dondada

** I'm a true shotta

** I'm a dondada