Levii Young - Doing 80 Lyrics

Pull up in the coupe on 80 Pull up in the coupe on 80
Damn, Flando
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrrt Hey, run that shit up, Chase
Pull up in the coupe on 80 Pull up in the coupe on 80

I'mma pull up doing 80 on these hoe ass niggas
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrrt Pull up in the coupe doing 80
Inside looking like gravy, bad bitch looking Israeli
And All my niggas courage shoot everything but a baby

Straight out the street, nigga, this how they raise me
Remember Grandma tried to save me
She knew this shit wasn't best in my favor
She's steady snapping on me, how can I blame her

I'mma pull up in the coupe doing 80
When I scratch off, tie tire marks on the pavement
I just pulled up on a Captain Save her with your main thing
In the dark Vader, I've been tryna take it slow

I'm being patient, niggas sleeping on me, this the Reawakening
And I've been going crazy up on every song
It's like I'm a dog and I'm spitting rabies
We gon' pull up with them sticks and them drums

A nigga play dumb, I'm raising this bitch like a son
That 40 gon' take off his lungs, bitch, we ain't for none
This bitch'll turn him to a nun
When I slide on the opps and they run

You ain't with this shit, better get you a gun
But I ain't gotta speak on the shit that I done
Cause I be paying bonds, folk
I'm the man now, hands down

Better stand down before his Man down
We gon' slide down, what you saying now Foe nem got them Thirsty's get fan down
How the f*ck I'm locking when I keep them ratchets
And a couple niggas, that's about that action

Try to run up on me, chemo, get the clap
And if I want it done, he gon' make it happen
I be fly as f*ck,
Fendi on the fabric
Say a nigga average, got her on my mattress

I be laying in that pussy like I'm lapping
She say I'm that nigga, I ain't even asking
I don't love the bitch, I just f*ck the bitch
And I'm right back to that money shit

I know I'm a little nasty, son of a bitch
Still got the bitch, cum all on my dick
Real grind, they ain't understand, mine
I was standing tall on the land, mine

Coupe was a couple hundred bands on the band
With the box doing 80 on the dan Ryan
Money was the man with the plan
When you ran from the land, I was still standing front line

Got caught air time, running from the one time
Nigga played two time, put him on the sun time
Fourth to the 15th, fourth to the village
T-Block, Dead and Bossville Gun Line

I done sold work on page like a hundred times
We was in the dark place waiting on the sun to shine
He was on the porch, 06, he a son of mine
He ain't making something out of nothing, he ain't none of mine

He gon' put his name in the work by the underline
Nigga try to interrogate, nothing ever come to mind
I be going hard cause I remember hard times
In the wraith on, you know Going to let it shine

Pull up on a Sib in the ship playing Caroline
I'ma pay a J to hit the rims on the Tire shine
Momma son rich I aint waiting in the Wick line
They, Ain't want to give a nigga shit, had to get mine

You can see my ribs in the hoes in my kick top
Hoes wanna live and pay rent on my dick now